Empty Beds Consciousness
Roads cracked like lifeless moth wings or dried blood
A circumstance of happening
The spring came and went
Filled its oceans then drained them again
The wind cannot carry everyone and I keep it beneath me
When tomorrow comes we will see its yellow hues and know that its just the same as today
Roads cracked like lifeless moth wings or dried blood
A circumstance of happening
The spring came and went
Filled its oceans then drained them again
The fall saw leaves drop from their trees
Ceiling fans
And their own families
They carry themselves on a frail breeze
And all it ever does is worry me
We will know that change doesn't come if you're riding on the same old air that has carried you there for years and years and years
