I'm flailing downwards,
like an open spiral,
waving through this wind,
you can't see it, you can't feel it.
But feeling it is necessary,
I'm sinking in this earth.
Constant shrews of, jagged edges,
constant preservation.
And needless to say, I need you.
Believe in the faith, that everything will turn out alright.
Can it be fine? We shall never ever know.
I'm coming in with the good, and sorting out the bad.
A garden full of wilted flowers,
it's a sight for sore eyes,
a disregard from passerbys.
And needless to say, I need you.
Believe in the faith, that everything will turn out alright.
Can it be fine? We shall never ever know.
I'm coming in with the good, and sorting out the bad.
