Stuck on a pining line
Under a wave
Make out an edge
As the loose parts fall away
Even if I liked it
I'd sand it down
Return the pulp
Back to the ground
Air hesitating
You've got my attention
No cloth to abandon
No room for the casing
Second day contemplating
Calming states
Then feeling older
Air hesitating
You've got my attention
No cloth to abandon
No room for the casing
Sun above
Is that enough?
Wish you could hold onto
The things you love
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
