Bitter tears and windswept years
Of vases and mistaken faces
alike we witness the dawn, the earth's crust and what's cast upon
Smudgy light and an unfinished fight
Cheated of my dreams and loosened at the seams
oh, the broken flowers and unused powers
Amid the stepping stones and broken bones
I can't see through this static, but I'm feeling more like plastic
What a lonely road I walk
If only we could talk
