completely chaotic in its beauty
and completed only by its sanity
there's got to be a reason we're looking for something here.
we're drawing our own portraits
and painting over our mistakes
with everything we've practiced at any easel.
as it starts back at the last tempo
we contemplate the time signature
and whether or not the time's showing anything at all.
there's too much going on now
and we're getting it all mixed up
with something we're all trying to feel in one form or another.
as we come back down
we see the sun glaring off the window pane
and realize this is where it's meant to have shone; upon our lives.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
completely chaotic in its beauty
and completed only by its sanity
there's got to be a reason we're looking for something here.
we're drawing our own portraits
and painting over our mistakes
with everything we've practiced at any easel.
as it starts back at the last tempo
we contemplate the time signature
and whether or not the time's showing anything at all.
there's too much going on now
and we're getting it all mixed up
with something we're all trying to feel in one form or another.
as we come back down
we see the sun glaring off the window pane
and realize this is where it's meant to have shone; upon our lives.
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