Hear me now whats coming down that line,
things you've noticed, but held back for
all this time, all the pressure, never the courage,
speaking well, but shooting down emotions inside,
one of these days you'll miss your final try.
If you noticed, looked at the haze,
full of dread, and what comes of your small
blank page, of no color, of nothing to see,
when it passes by will it be me.
So here we go, let the rumors fly by, make me your
own, guard me with your life, and when
your finished lay back down, I'll do what
I can to protect the ground, that you watch,
the wonders you see, in the end will it be me.
Breathe steady, close your eyes, speak
of nothings, of dreams and thoughts that creep
by, love them tenderly, and let them grow, add into
them of what you know, I'll see what I can do to keep
them be, but in the end will they all involve me.
