Smoke rings and things ringing in my ears
like fears I've outgrown and shown to the light
and they left me calmly without a fight
so what's left must be right
for me, my sight must be
a nightly thing

Like when I close my eyes
and breathe in love divine
I'm just trying to get close to you
like "what's your sign
and how does it correspond with mine?"

Let's dance now and figure out
the rest in time
The rhymes bounce off the walls
with small sounds I found
in someone else's mouth
and I pryed em open
and stole em hopin
I could put em in a bag for later days
along with the quotes and sayings
I've acquired from ancient sages
so I can mix this ancient wisdom in
with modern stages of progression
and decay

And I could say that I'd love to just lay
down and hide from the things that take
what's good and bury it in a shallow grave

But I can't complain...

I'm still hanging on every word you say