you know our observatory minds
hide behind accusatory eyes
reading from statutory lines
stealing glances, stealing lies
borrowed for another time
projecting further our own demise
you know we live on borrowed time
little can ease our troubled minds
it’s hard to know where a feeling lies
in the attic or in vacant lines
i can’t look you in the eyes
it brings me pain: my own demise
but it seems you know the truth
that we’ve wandered in our youth
that these days we’ll come to rue
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
you know our observatory minds
hide behind accusatory eyes
reading from statutory lines
stealing glances, stealing lies
borrowed for another time
projecting further our own demise
you know we live on borrowed time
little can ease our troubled minds
it’s hard to know where a feeling lies
in the attic or in vacant lines
i can’t look you in the eyes
it brings me pain: my own demise
but it seems you know the truth
that we’ve wandered in our youth
that these days we’ll come to rue