who's wide open? you walk around it and laugh around, its all been done i said something but nothing sounded the words just drowned, i choked on them
and you could say that interpretation is often judgement yet open ended, and hiding places they yield salvation like one way tickets and lives pretended
can't see the picture with these eyes, or even what was on my mind you sold a story and a line, to recompense or justify abbreviated math and rhyme, to keep these moments synchronized can't see the picture in this time
who just burned up like ash on wednesday. let the record play, it spun all day which direction leads to resurrection no i cannot say, i've lost my way
