Speaking Of
Been locked in here for weeks
Taking my time in finding what I believe
Is everyone around here broken?
We close our eyes, yet expect to find peace
Learning every lie along the way
Losing different pieces every day
I've turned away from every supposed clever word
To gaze at every bridge I have to burn
Longing now
To hear the tide
Though these nights stand still
I'm thinking of my every line
Never seems to come to me
I know not a lot make sense
But it comes together by design
And I'm holding on to that
I recall the modest burdens on display
Entertain possibilities they lovingly betray
I will try to see the brighter times
But In this sequence of events
I wait and see
Though these nights stand still
I'm thinking of my every line
Never seems to come to me
I know not a lot make sense
But it comes together by design
And I'm holding on to that
Though these nights stand still
I'm thinking of my every line
Never seems to come to me
I know not a lot make sense
But it comes together by design
And I'm holding on to that
Writer/s: Christopher Buczynski
