Asrya
Since the birth of time
Man had to fall
But if it's at you feet
I'll do it now or not at all
And you are sublime
Like a summer storm
Washing my preconceptions
Against my inner walls
These complications
Make my idols out as fools
I choke to think it girl, but
I love you
You touch my arm
Absent-mindedly
I turn confusion
Into a full time disease
And when we're lit up high
And it all seems free
I feel the tension hold me
I can hardly breathe
These complications
Make my idols out as fools
I choke to think it girl, but
I love you
