Theres an Elephant, In the room and it Feels like me

Like the tide with, The moon, my, Shores cannot be free

And if I was the sculptor I'd sculpt you out of clay And if I was the author Then I'd rewrite this play Go back to the beginning, So it, didn't, end like, this...

My god.

Wrap it up in plastic

Tell yourself it still sings

Secure it with elastic

Tugging on your heart strings

I don't know why I am here Must be out of some kind of fear Or I would be long gone

Yes I would be long gone

(I was born old)

(I will die young)

(This world so cold)

(I bite my tongue)

(Once I had some)

(Thing so secure)

(How did I loose)

(Something so pure)

 

One by one the moments come They always lead to this

When everything is said and done I'm just a catalyst

A glimpse, for me

Of your, eternity...

My God