I've lost my brave
Been conned in faith
I've brought my break up to the surface into modern day
I'll pause and play and inch away from this technicolor episode.
Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing this
Rice Paper Heart
Rythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on my
Rice Paper Heart
Mine eyes have seen the nighted ceiling
Maybe tonight I'll dream
And window-wipe my eyelids from the pooring rain
Damned in my face
Controlled by the ache of someone I'm not too familiar with.
Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing this
Rice Paper Heart
Rythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on my
Rice Paper Heart
If I could consume you down, I would
Then you would always be around
You would, you would, you would.
