Eric Saw Colors

As worn into a face of knowing So sober and sublime A denigrated holy space full of tears I found out they were mine I kept it low in between the lines Though the meaning was absurd It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard The strange came like epidemic Without prejudice to scythe The strong or fettered weak resistor The sick of heart and mind To push the lightweight’s curse of love On two feet not on the earth It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard Across the rigid crust and frozen echo of a shout The forced and whispered invitation to throw that sucker out I kept it low in between the lines Though the meaning was absurd It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard It’s so hard to hear about another one When you’re waiting to be heard