High Ideal
Time we keep is time we waste
High ideals we imitate
Then you sense my body coil
and all I radiate
A pale beam, the signal fades,
You know I'll never change
We can't wait
Lines lose form, our time displaced
High ideals we imitate
An inner room, a hidden bloom
An intricate delay
Methods of denial change
The promises we made
We can't wait
Maybe I'm uninspired
Or maybe it's just I am losing faith
Autor(es): ANN WALLACE MAY, CORY JOHN RACE, TIMOTHY C RACE
