(w graber)
They borrow words for thoughts and steal what they feel from fools who choose to feel
For every black and white for every ash to ash shades of grey will clash
For every dream there’s a fool to back it up where every word has been sized up
And maybe feels like everything
Every line that falls and every crack an empty fear keeps coming back
And maybe feels like everything
And every vacant hope a spring to this winter’s night from hands of man of mine
The heart of hearts will fade I’m haunted here by this loss of what I dreamed it was
But for every dream there’s a fool to back it up where every word has been sized up
And maybe feels like everything
Every line that falls and every crack an empty fear keeps coming back
And maybe feels like everything
And how’s it supposed to be right now
My mind’s betrayed my heart again
And how’s it supposed to be right now
My mind’s betrayed my heart again
Some are yours and some are lost
Ash to ash but lost is lost
Some of the words are known I guess
Hope for sign beyond what’s clear
But every truth will disappear
Some of the words are yours alone
Some are yours and some are lost
Ash to ash but lost is lost
Some of the words are known I guess
Hope for sign beyond what’s clear
But every truth will disappear
Some of the words are yours alone
And I tried to say that some of what this is. . . isn’t everything
