Skin is sustainable under weight
Of heavy logical estimations
We seldom recognize the way
Sense is prone to complications
By the time we understand
They all will have come to pass
Our brittle minds can only make so much sense of so many things
And all the while we try so hard to feel it far inside the skin
I wanna catch a glimpse of a setting sun
Of rolling hills and color bright
By the time we understand
They all will have come to pass
Oh yeah
