A sort of rinse/repeat
A constant fumbling
The way a torrent sweeps
And I can't get free
I just need these seeds
To yield something sweet
Losing track, losing steam
Wherever earth may be
Stomach wretched, light as lead
Focused on the auxiliary
Wherever now the earth may be
I'm lost in all the in-between
I've let the simple slip outside my reach
Now I hear the clock ticking
Ah, I thought I was clean
But then it rears its crooked head
I think I failed us all again
So let's shuffle things
Shake up these failed beliefs
Try and find a way that I can see
That progress shows up in the weeds
Not as fresh fruit on mature trees
We agonize together
We persist unfettered
And in return
We'll live forever