Tunnel Vision

Fade away and disintegrate

Dust only to dust and stay humble in the way

In which you plant your pretty precious feet (you plant your pretty precious feet)

My patience is going grey faster than you think

On and on and on again

Witness it in tunnel vision

Under all the exhaustion

Each imperfect piece expects to fit

Move me to believe in each and every word you speak

Or slip on another squandered opportunity

To cut through the noise so deep you hit an artery

Then swoop in like a saviour and insist on sweeping me off my feet

On and on and on again

Witness it in tunnel vision

Under all the exhaustion

Do the pieces fit?

The pieces fit

On and on and on again

Terrified in tunnel vision

Out from under exhaustion

Each imperfect piece expects to fit