To me you're the obvious,
And you flow in perfect harmony,
Sliding in twisted trails fall into a million suns.
Impossible not to feel dissapointed,
Then hungover.
And I look in you're eyes and the worlds I see
skined and beat to you're private obiss and it's written
clear infront of you.
But you don't see me.
And not through all the obvious,
And I have fallen from grace,
You're smile, is like a thousand angels,
And eyes, that can cut me deep.
Difficult being nailed to this crusafix,
and keep dreaming, you don't see me.
But you fall into a million suns.
I know that you are not the one
Oblivious to all you've done.
One slow Dream, One Painfull Comfort, And one hellwater
Leave me with a slow comfortable screw.