When you saw the worlds did not
Converge aligned, or serpentine
There belonged a way to dream
Away from life, and in my mind
When you saw your friends duke it out
When you saw the end of the drought
It takes time to erase your mind from doubt
It takes pressure to clean off the ground
When you knew that time would not
Allow for life to coincide
With the past delusions of
The times they laughed, the times they lied
Were you there the day that I bounced?
Were you listening to what counts?
Could it be just as easy as it sounds?
It takes pressure to clean off the ground