Triangle (Remastered) - Thin White Rope
I am
Feeling
Just
Little down
Nothing I
Can wrap reasons around
But I can ignore
I
Look real hard
And make perfect triangles
Out of every three stars
Sometimes
I
Make burns on my arms
'Cause it moves that feeling
From my heart
To my arms
And I'm driving and it
Keeps me awake
I have so many more
Triangles to make
Now that
I
Have planted the seed
Maybe those triangles
Will form
Without me
Surround the world
In their
Crystalline ache
And freeze the heroes
Into glassy mosaics