The one I love is a leaving train As closer as it seems As farther as it awaits Don’t tell me what to do The answers you yet to prove I just couldn’t help but go gray The wings we share is a the shallow plate The wider as it spreads The harder that we break Don’t tell me how it’s wrong To the problem yet to come I just couldn’t help going gray The sprain over the timeline All for the waste A lifetime in an instant I wonder where it takes Blocking all the side lights I’m learning how to die I see it clearly now All the troubles instead The fogs come around you People start to check the time Anxious about the way it pass They are running backwards inside out At certain date A golden hour A peudo-Saint The funny chant is covering you in full We were left nothing else Only A bitter taste somewhat overwhelmed I see this coming I see this coming I see this coming didn’t you see it coming ? The mourning is annoying The answers are rolling A birthday is coming In it’s greatest speed The hour is squaring It’s funny how it seems Listen to the lover screaming Making all things neatly Now I welcome it dearly to hold the jar firmly Or it could be never filled Till we are all turned in I saw the afterglows slipping in