Take it back, take it back, oh please God take it back
Before the puddles turn to pools and the pools, a sea engulfing souls
With every single drop comes three more burdens
You say it's distant, I say it's distant
Your hand approaches and as always it is wrapped in yarn
Reminding me of weekends past when Abby sang along
Ken, you've got it all wrong, this is big, this is real like a clocktower's minute only put behind the wheel
Let the pedals push themselves, I'll let these pedals push themselves
I could've kissed her on a bed not parallel to
But perpendicular to everything you've taught me
All these thoughts unsound and the ideas of infinity
If this is all never-ending then why am I ending?
Born again, reminded
That there's the earth
Doorway scene makes time for peace
In nearby ravine
Wake up dead, the pine trees sing
Leave home
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That win, win, win, they win, win, win and run
How they run away for it is
Before the puddles turn to pools and the pools, a sea engulfing souls
With every single drop comes three more burdens
You say it's distant, I say it's distant
Your hand approaches and as always it is wrapped in yarn
Reminding me of weekends past when Abby sang along
Ken, you've got it all wrong, this is big, this is real like a clocktower's minute only put behind the wheel
Let the pedals push themselves, I'll let these pedals push themselves
I could've kissed her on a bed not parallel to
But perpendicular to everything you've taught me
All these thoughts unsound and the ideas of infinity
If this is all never-ending then why am I ending?
Born again, reminded
That there's the earth
Doorway scene makes time for peace
In nearby ravine
Wake up dead, the pine trees sing
Leave home
Can't, can't hear the sound made by the yarn
Can't hear the blood flow through your arm
Can't hear anything at all
It seems these anythings are all
The kind that believe reflections aren't the mobile ones
That win, win, win, they win, win, win and run
How they run away for it is
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