Bea1991 Eidolon
Once I dreamed I chose your name
But the system stayed the same
Players of a game
And the weather didn't change
Leaving windows with a stain
Of movements that remained
Planted words within your frame
And the ceilings tear away
Bits of paper with your name
There's the beauty of a pew
And the depth of mind enters you
What would it be like?
You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces
Now the view comes into bloom
And with time it takes in room
Placed upon a stage
Slowly hours turn into days
Mapping lines in just one place
Sorries in your face
The wind is soft upon your hair
Making waves within the air
Naked with you now
Taking nights the way they come
Leaving footprints as you start to run
Below there's nothing now
You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces
You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces
You're feeling these
They're awful now
Just stop choosing bees
They'll kick you out
Too proud to mourn
But lazy enough to stay
Just stop choosing bees
These pieces too tough to wear
You were living on the soft street where no one minds
There's a blessing in each picture that we keep
You were high on another dream, consistent bound
They're probably taken by their pieces