Our Great Rise

It's like the prospect was picture perfect

With a house and a dog and greens that flourish

Pretty little combs running through her hair

Over callouses and tears

Sentimental snares pulling back on folds

Proceeding the floods and burns

Please what I need is collapse

It was a moment of weakness but I won't take it back

Free a constricted reprise

It was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise

Silly ideas pounding my inner ear

It was a repetition trance

Separating the future from there

Please what I need is collapse

It was a moment of weakness but I won't take it back

Free a constricted reprise

It was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise