He was graceful as he danced acrossed the floor, yeah, and existence seemed to drip out of his pours,
yeah, and every word that he didn't seem to speak. It seemed to me to what I felt I knew, I might just
need a time or two, and every word that he didn't seem to speak. There will come a time when you find
that meaning within them, and all this could be peeled away and reality was always just tattered frays.
I'm terrified that only skeletals remain. Rip this world back from my eyes as if this epiphany would
accompany surprise. Rip this world back from my eyes I promise I, I promise that I will pretend to
always be surprised. I want to believe this is real. I love you and you'll try to remind me that I love
you but this just can't seem real. I try to shout life into these dried up veins, the world's decayed, I just
to flush some color back into it's face. As I commit to balance on the edge of this expanse, whispers of
finality crawl over distant lands with your mangled hands. He was graceful as he danced acrossed the
floor. Vocals/Kayla, Acoustic Guitar/Ethan, Bass/Jeremy, Piano/Kayla, Drums/AJ. Lyrics written by
Ethan. Song written by Greyfield.
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