Modes I

New modes of transportation Moments of realisation I feel myself reaching through the forest fire haze For your morning gaze But I couldn't touch it anyway Got a tattoo of an olive branch to hand to you Mixing it with mama's tears, temporary truces Here I go again, you couldn't help me anyway God knows that I can't stay the same Everything is changing except for you Everything I thought I knew was true Everything is changing except for you If it's slowly coming loose What happens if I do? What happens if I do?