Antique Bathtubs with Feet on Them
You've picked and watch die all the flowers you can hold
So peaceful but you've traded all control
Of what you remember and what you forget
When you let desires outweigh regret.
Sketch of heaven you've erased it all
Weightless spirits rising rising
Nothing I recall
Because you've shed what fills your mind
It's a frantic search for words.
When your beating heart no longer provides
And you dim the flash before your eyes
It's a chance to choose
Re-open your scars
Before you lose what sets you apart.
Sketch of heaven you've erased it all
Weightless spirits rising rising
Nothing I recall
Because you've shed what fills your mind
It's a frantic search for words.
To describe the fear inside
And the thought of not remembering when I die.