Fruend - Braids
When I see them
Contemplate if I should
Should I just reach out and tell you
Here I am
Sitting at home
With the things that I own
Watching time fall through the drawn blinds
They show truth's end
From leavened clouds and
Suns that rise on our death beds
Death beds death beds
Oh lost my mind
Damp eyes feel them
Moving about my kitchen
Plating our meals for the last dine
I'll be caught wings across
Contemplate if I should
Should I just step out and fall through
Arms out lifted
Drawn shades glisten
Please reach out I have fallen through
Fallen through fallen through
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you
It is a truth
It is a truth of my crossed view
And it's for you