I know i can never make up my mind
Half the time i’m sick
Just trying to find a straight line
And i thought i saw the light
Behind your glassy eyes?
Fall fell and the wave came crashing down
Half the year i spent trying to relieve myself
And fire hands were warmth
Affects my freezing form?
And it was just poor circulation
And i thought i saw the light behind your glassy eyes
But i soon found it to be growing slowly inside of me