Take
Out the stories
Theyve put into your mind and brace
For the glory
As you stare into the sky.. The sky beneath
I know you cant be tired..
Lay there
Stare at the ceiling
And switch back to your time just go ahead now try and taste it I know it should be ripe thrust ahead.
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
Id like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
I wonder just how you shaped it To get back to your prize thrust..ahead
Turning in circles
Been caught in a stasis
The ancient arrival
Cut to the end
Id like to be taken
Apart from the inside
Then spit through the cycle right to the end
Wake for the glory
I know you cant be tired
