Too seldom sanguine,
Always crying over closed doors
You should feel like you should,
You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful heart
I could never take it, but I'll give you your breath back
Infants and whales still have the holes there, never proving to be born on time
You keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb and the sky just laughs as I Stare at the grass,
The sun, the green, I want the snow years ago
I'll say it about routine
I cant wait, I can't wait
I want the genes
I want the era before me
I want ideas as imprints
I want the future, I want the future
I want your mistakes, what we were, what I was, what I'll be, what we'll see
Hunters only stop to see the scenery when they've caught up,
I'm not telling you who the rhythm is from, something to look forward to "while im young"
One day at a time, I'll never say anything when no one is looking
I'll be so old, finally seeing
Learning days said like this
As purses and sheaths
