in the wake of our denial the world | |
turns over. and we're dressed up to | |
lay to rest a feeliing from the | |
inside helps us get back to bashful eyes | |
so beautiful when we're gravestones | |
away from feeling beneath the ground | |
is there comfrot, a meaning oh we're so | |
dangerously close to falling feel the | |
fall of forlorn lovers and just think if | |
we were made to settle for each other | |
that's how we designed it and hide | |
behind it. and stay close to those like | |
they are to us anomolies of our own | |
thinking. |