Leaves stuck to the tree that's shaped like wild hair wind blowing them so hard makes you wonder why they stay they're resilience is something to be desired but that's not how I'm wired
2 years in this town 2 years you've gone 2 months livin the dream 2 eyes seeing god
1 mind controlling it all So powerful it starts to wander to places you can't fathom locked in my own head never to be seen by another soul if they could just hear my songs we both might be okay
Black Wire frame Bench next to the water waiting fiending for the next tired souls to occupy maybe two young lovers snuck out into the moonlit sky longing to appease their desires locked into their minds
2 years in this town 2 years you've gone 2 months livin the dream 2 eyes seeing god
1 mind controlling it all So powerful it starts to wander to places you can't fathom locked in my own head never to be seen by another soul if they could just hear my songs we both might be okay
Leaves stuck to the tree that's shaped like wild hair wind blowing them so hard makes you wonder why they stay