The Fall
Change wafts over the idle minds of summer
While these feeble sticks of dynamite ignite my mind from under
Calling from behind seems to have stopped working
The horizon up ahead appears more and more uncertain
I'm scared of the passion quietly creeping away
While I whisper fortune cookie prophecies and waste away my days
Waltzing into Sunday like I know that nothing's wrong
But the fear of swimming in the fear has been there all along
Trying to shed the skin of who I'm not supposed to be
Somehow you've made me realize that I don't know what I need
(I need everything at the same time)
Am I eager to live, or just eager to love?
Can I be both perfectly happy and perfectly not?
The mind is wardrobe with two collapsed shelves
Holding whimsical opinions while disagreeing with itself
Change wafts over
Change
The Summer's sun rages on, melting peace into chaos
Then the amber leaves depart the trees returning what the earth had lost
Autor(es): Other Wood
