and I'll bow at request Silver stares back before it browns and crusts Silver still reflects the spillage The calm How many times will I circle
I Hide Inside Watching From The Stained Glass Eyes 500 Shades Of Red Dance With 500 Shades Of Gray The Last Festival Of Humility With Just Enough Room
innocence And these standards of living And questions lighted questions Burnin' holes into my head Hanging like shadows over the sun Staring out like the eyes of the dead
plastic innocence and these standards of living Questions lighted questions burnin' holes into my head hanging like shadows o'er the sun staring out like the eyes of the dead
