And if it's true
there is no cause to be afraid
why are my sheets and slitherings under the bed that I've made
I crash into a wall and break
I planned a trip but
ever made it past the sweat and the shades
and if it's true
why is there no light shining through
I'm flawed and flew
but couldnt catch the day anew
if you're so sure
there is no progress to be made
explain the walls and light the switch
the water warming the blade
we crash in spite and for your sake
the one that I messed up
for rectifying this mistake
if you're quite through
I'd like to give the will to you
I'm flawed and flew
but couldnt catch the sun anew
From in the blue
I plan to make a saint of you
I've thought it through
and left instead a borrowed tune