you're minding your business baby when a wave of fear just chills your marrow and you're painting a picture so dull you're finding you're reasons quickly how a sunny day can be a black afternoon shadows cut a picture so smooth
don't you see what you're like? you walked into a door and caught the breezes outside! can't you see what you've done? you're halfway into the night and you're half still being born!
and it wraps around your feet and it tangles in your teeth and you can feel it breathe
well you're doing your day unfeeling when an ecstasy so exquisitely prevails and you're painting a picture so pink you smother your demons dirty but sterile love is a sick charade and you cover up a picture so pure
don't you see what you're like? you walked into a door and caught the breezes outside! can't you see what you've done? you're halfway into the night and you're half still being born!
and it wraps around your feet and it tangles in your teeth and its dripping down your arms and its circling your heart and you can feel it breathe
you're sleeping your night so softly god has never been quite so close as this your beautiful unconsciousness the chaos the clean unlofty thoughts things that move unfiltered through a mood you'll never find a picture so smooth...so pure...
don't you see what you love? your love waits through a door in the breezes above! don't you see what you want? you wanna be lost in the night you wanna be still being born!
and you can feel it breathe you can feel it you can feel it you can feel it feel it feel it you can feel it leaving, can you feel it leave?
Compositor: Timothy John Baker ECAD: Obra #36741929