Whim

Got the mess off of my head Everyone's feeling clouded Trace the lines back to your steps Under the lights Call it luck or anything I don't know much about it Beat the flesh right off your face Holding hope out And it goes And so for the first time heading back to see Recall all the landscapes that go out to sea Out to everything I'm so scared of feeling bones Underneath the table Clasped my grip and tore it off As i was sat Lean before my life begins Under this splitting sunlight Trace my eyes back to your steps Now i can find Any more then it's calling Running back to see Find all the feelings that Could fill it in Calling around here to Assimilate Lean on a whim that's lead to Everything