So tense, so strong when subtleties are solemn spoken and
seldom. So this beat will keep going on whether you pass out or I'm drunk in Bristow. I'm sorry, but where were you
when all we had was topsoil? For friends in need, have
filter. Take heed and knock it all down, I'll build it
again. Sometime you'll see this, somehow you'll know. Some
day someone will say I told you so. Is this what you
believe? Is this what you wanted to recieve? So you can
learn how to think properly, when logic and reason shall
repeat? Is this what you believe? We've been lucky so far,
but Sara warned me about drives like these, they're so... I
know who my friends are, I know my place in this spectrum
(where my seats are). I'm sorry, but there's certain things
I don't discuss at Subways in Pittsburgh or through
Buffalo. This ride could last forever. Take heed and knock
it down. I'll smile and build it right back up again, so
come and sever. Remember not to worry, for when you're gone
I'll call you when it's over.
