I pull the clouds across my shoulders
As I turn from my head
You shouldn't take them,
The nightmares in my bed.
I look around at the things
That are there to be
but all I really see
Is the space in between ,
I wonder when they got there,
The sparks and the static.
When did I notice them?
Or is there's a difference?
Save and cancel
Cancel and save
Maybe one time it will be different
But it's always the same
And at any given point of a circle
The end and the beginning
Keep doing what they do
We're trapped in our freedom
The old and the new
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
I pull the clouds across my shoulders
As I turn from my head
You shouldn't take them,
The nightmares in my bed.
I look around at the things
That are there to be
but all I really see
Is the space in between ,
I wonder when they got there,
The sparks and the static.
When did I notice them?
Or is there's a difference?
Save and cancel
Cancel and save
Maybe one time it will be different
But it's always the same
And at any given point of a circle
The end and the beginning
Keep doing what they do
We're trapped in our freedom
The old and the new
I was taking a nap
