Eyes of blue green sea
Sink gazing lazy lid
On which floating frame
While just below the surface of his own skin
Thoughtless strands of life, caught in the end begin
Slow flows a fate against the tide
But change is swiff when worlds collide
In the empty space
Left between his two ears
Blinding lights replaced
All of his fermer fears
It burns so bright the moths come 'round
Looking for a fight
Or some brilliant way to drown out the bitter night
Slow flows a fate against the tide
But change is swiff when worlds collide
Slow flows a fate against the tide
But change is swiff when worlds collide
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