Such an intense odyssey
Careless abandon doesn't find me
Weathered stories have set up home
We're not in this together or alone
Sun-filled days open nights that flow
Back and forth tides that slightly plateau
Explicit pathways of blinding light
All around this world's darkest sights
Dreamed a finer future that wasn't perfect
Waking inspiration rolled me in a hot sweat
Shredding
Writing
Reading
Sings a story all its own
Read it back to me
Paper
Rock
Made of stone
Such an intense odyssey
Careless abandon doesn't find me
Weathered stories have set up home
We're not in this together or alone
Sun-filled days open nights that flow
Back and forth tides that slightly plateau
Explicit pathways of blinding light
All around this world's darkest sights