Sculptors Hands
At work spreads thin Clay over frames
It's just what he wanted flawless skin-deep deep eyes to look with
Mesmerize
In blank stare
He looks at his hands with hopeless fear as the clay crumbles down towards the earth

Bleed my thoughts on a picture that's lost will you be mine
I locked the door that my trust is behind will you be mine
Just not at this time
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Cracked smile waves
At the mirror tries to say
That light is now clearer with eyes that pity self-reflection
Throw away your movie tickets
Wash away your romance kisses
Collect the thoughts that keep it driven to be what I wanted to be

Bleed my thoughts on a picture that's lost will you be mine
I locked the door that my trust is behind will you be mine
Just not at this time

My Berlin wall surrounds the town once again
The seas of fear from a hopeless man
And to rise to king it was only the plan can you see me
Can you read me
Can you feel my love story

Bleed my thoughts on a picture that's lost will you be mine
I locked the door that my trust is behind will you be mine
Just not at this time