Treat your mind a little softer and maybe you could, Find a delicate way of picking up your brush to paint this "x" on your door Treat your soul just like a mural and feed it what you need, To make sense of this dialectic hit or miss that you seem to always be And I'm wondering around Sit down, a little bit closer. Detract the motion that we make, When were wide awake, Contemplating our next mistake. Sit near, my little fine wonderer Don't tell me were not gonna make it out alive, Never ask these questions, just try hard to lie. The deeper we land, The further we stand The people around us make their last demands The deeper we lie, The further we land But this is the most of the love I can give