the sun exerts its force on all of us down here
it shows our true colors hoping people are paying enough attention
the moon dances in place for all of us down here
it shows us the waves that build up over time hoping people are paying enough attention
in the morning, we will lay here with broken arms and closed hearts
in the evening, we will try to make with beaten eyes and shutters on our feet
walking through the ceiling, my relentless parody of a life is coming to a cut
walking through the door, my relentless eyes have come to a close
so carry me, carry me
in your arms is where I'll be
though the sky is waiting for you, so am I
forgive me for these tears you let out
waking up in the morning of a wakening
a burial of time holds you down
beaten through the race of time
you need to keep on running
so carry me, carry me
as though I am surviving with your help
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