Keep quiet still in this morning grass
Words left us a long time ago
Use our senses to speak the things
Awkward and strange within your head
Tears of gasoline that combust in time
It's morning again, where does it come from?
A repetition of the feelings I'm supposed to have
It's amazing how they can make you feel insane
Who's not to say night won't come again
Stories come and stories go, yet all the same
We listen and react in the process
What's your story, What's your tale
When it all seems important
Where can one find answers
When the truth can seem fleeting
Lullabies for the overshadowed
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