Frame of Ted

You feel your shape is morphing with the dust It couldn't settle if it tried You speak of pain you've caused and loneliness inside These two cups have held each other by the mind There's something human in this frame Housing consciousness to move past the shame We found strength in tactile eyes Painting edges of the world you'll leave behind There's something human in this frame Housing consciousness to move past the shame We found strength in tactile eyes Painting edges of the world you'll leave behind