Ecco

When I finish with the lion's share

I will go down another road

Admit it with a tiny head

You and them found some oath

Man looking for his only way

Though it's soon impossible

Bat looming when an angel go home

Bout as good as anyone

So moving like a phoneme trial

It concerns a ghost from home

(now) that you have really found your place

Would you say you were the one

Now reeling with a played oath for her

To deserve this lash of hope

Now we were always back on play

Who deserves the world alone

No meter synchs the days

Of all that's staged

To let your color run

Some blowing tattered rags

It reigns you in

Painted in my mind