After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently theres just so much that hides
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
Im trying hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night
Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I wont cry if the time was wiped out
Im trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Read my head, at least pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night...
Mercys eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside
Theres no measuring of it
As nothing else is love
Ill try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Read my head, at least pretend
Allow myslef no mock defense
Step into the night...
Mercys eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you
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