Brace for taste, the instant fade
Memories made in the back of my head
Rounded off, to hide in shade
I got it wrong
Got it right
Got it wrong again
But if we had a word we'd whisper
No faded mantra
While I'm on the side you much prefer, to air it out
Taking apart this little part we're all part of
Set my jaw, and a neutral stance
Taken ticket, on a stretching hand
And a white wall, warm wood
Tick meticulously under hood
Note it down, to not forget
It's an exercise
It's an exercise in avoiding regret
It's an exercise
But if we had a word we'd whisper
No faded mantra
While I'm on the side you much prefer
To air it out
And self preserve
The parts we are all part of
We're all part of
We are all part of
I see faces in the rock formations
I'm hearing voices between the beats