You know you'd say "Just one minute more!" If I gave one Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? A lying fool? A peasant? Or a king? A show of strength Your show of strength
You know you'd say "Just one minute more!" If I gave one Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams? A lying fool? A peasant? Or a king?
A show of strength No one to thank Your show of strength Your page is blank
You'd know a way you could soak me through To heavy to leave But now you'll sleep thinking of all your brightest things A dire fool A resting eye A scene These dire fools These resting eyes A scene
A show of strength No one to thank Your show of strengt Your page is blank
What was l back then? Your faded face? Your welcomed ache? Look at me that way again Stay awhile until we wake
It's strange to think that at some point Your brain might interpret me as just some Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway Or maybe a villain who's on his next conquest into the Dimmed-black outer reaches of your mind's kingdom To explore and steal secrets and regrets But I have to ignore anecdotes like that Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise In independence and subjectivity
