A fruitful night... if that. A sense of arrogance which once was lost, But seemingly has now taken over In a new sensation. Thoughts of the literal past, Melodies once heard similarly In another life. Clothes to suit the occasion, A new view on things to come, A different light on my mind. Acting in a finally normal way, A fruitful night... if that.
Walking through the door As the point of light cycles more Say and see the different ways, Listen and speak the things the say. Close your mind as time rewinds One self impressed foe changes lines Your hidden clues turn into crimes Chase the over paced man Blind sided adventure Over mountains and fields. Child might be afraid I might be ashamed We will not be made Wait I will make the straight line Wait I will make the straight line You won't have the things That I think are things Wait I will make the straight line Wait I will make the straight line Close your mind as time rewinds One self impressed foe changes lines Your hidden clues turn into crimes Chase the over paced man Blind sided adventure Over mountains and fields I turn to blue Breathe into you Everything's blue now its blue Wait I will make the straight line Wait I will make the straight line You won't have the things That I think are things Wait I will make the straight line Wait I will make the straight line Wait, breathe into you I turn to blue Breathe into you Everything's blue now its blue