The nomad lives on, taking root in
nothing but his own sense of self...

I'm graduating
I'm infatuated...

The rhythm of life is arranged in an order,
That shouldn't be tampered with, rearranged, or...

O Time, may I declare, you are such a marvelous...
Have you autonomously claimed your own beauty and...

As I take a step out the front door,
My cheeks meet the midnight air...

More was on your mind,
Than what was in your eyes...

Wandering through the bush at night
Something to keep me occupied...

What I Don't Know
To know what you don't know is worse than to...

How can you grasp what you cannot see?
How do you continue to always believe...

I try to find the words
the words that don't exist...

What's so good about our lives,
We live and sin and then we die...

Verse 1:
Growin' up lonely, all your friends were phony...