the end doesn't deserve gold
it's bleak enigma follows me silently
this circle is laced with old faces and bitter intentions
the smiling naive collision comes around again
rolling back to when it started
climbing dusty walls setting off words
tossing stones into stones
we wade through the morning
a dim sun and onlooking eyes
we exhale with no hesitation
and im found
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
the end doesn't deserve gold
it's bleak enigma follows me silently
this circle is laced with old faces and bitter intentions
the smiling naive collision comes around again
rolling back to when it started
climbing dusty walls setting off words
tossing stones into stones
we wade through the morning
a dim sun and onlooking eyes
we exhale with no hesitation
and im found