Cower at the call for you have fooled yourself
Plan stand fail
This feeling's never been a stranger in this house
And this moments pa**ing on
Oh without angle
Abandon the truth for a chance
Abandon a touch for a taste
A shelter for a shack
It's come to be that I've never done them any good
So merge into me and we'll taste of promising endings
Abandon a truth for a chance
Abandon a touch for a taste
Though I should be soaking in my own spewed sort wisdom
I gather anchors I must remember...
That it is their own slack to gather
Oh how can I separate the weight from the weighted?
Grant it to the open water