I look at the smile in the picture
But it's not a memory
It's a stranger to me
Before I was dealt this arrangement
I lived in a lucid world
Adolescent belief
Alone I am weak to the breakers
They bring every column down
In a reckless desire
And when they drift away
They cover my face in a shadowed veil
And leave me where I lay
I sink into the mist to calm myself
I listen to the doom
A ritual I hold, but I still doubt what's really happening
Yeah, I doubt that I could change a thing
