Daggy Man Atlas
Brief smile under sullen eyes
Oh, to know what makes us happy
Dead weight in a broken pile
Have the heart the hands are clasping
Sick wound covet your admire
Oh, to need the want of something
Bent breeze on exhausted fire
Oh, to know, to know
Sow the rope, the rope, it works
All the hope, the hope, it hurts
Earth, the scope, the pain it's worth
Fight it hurts, to not is worse
Oh, to know what makes us happy
Oh, to know, to know
To know
Damn it all to habit, the shake of a fist
Atlas of the attic, the weight of a kiss
I guess you never really know
Answers tripping down the aisle
Haunt, the halls, for ears to meet and
Brush cheeks of addicted smiles
Greet the calls, the aim to reach and
Oh, the youth, the youthful hurt
Earth, the sun, the scratch of dirt
Such to come, the seek and learn
Love and run, and then return
To never match the gravity of this
Someday I'ma have it, the moment to miss
Maia making habits with the flick of a wrist
Everybody wants it, but this isn't it
Someday I'ma have it, the moment to miss
I think I'll never
I think I'll never let it go
All of it and everything all at once
All of it and everything all at once
All of it and everything all at once
