Album: Organic Waste

Just

Mellow strangers hanged out in the daze,
and our seed has lost its worth...
Heroes have never appeared right,
in every way they're strong...

Planned changes throb inside their frames,
as we gave up growing old ...
as we never had the time,
to seem pleased a lot ...

Wish I set your bloom apart... (X 4)

Drops of weakness get around our fame,
and mend the time with open sores...
though you know you've lost the right,
you can't say no more...

A lake of vagueness flows inside our shares,
while we're seeking our course...
Things belong to shorten time on your little loft...
Wish I set your bloom apart... (X 4)