Dreams Buried so deep in the mind
Buried in fear and
Killed in time
Wake to mediocrity
Take a look around
That's all you might see
And yet subjectivity it bleeds
The only truth for You and Me
They and We
A or B
He, She, the point being
Years, fade away
Time, push me astray
The 28 Year Itch
Your life's gone running
Hope is not a fruitful start
No progress when You kill your art
Write, release, repeat
It seems that there's a purity in insecurity
And in a world connected
By swiftness and slime
Let us simply enjoy
Our Peace and some wine
When the day arrives for You and I
It's quite alright
We knew that the...
Years, fade away
Time, push me astray
The 28 Year Itch
Your life's gone running