Words are full of meaning The truth lies somewhere within Syntax, though clever, is never etched In stone and never hidden from sin We choose to arrive, as lips may slide To echo something relevant An ear may concede and the other may bleed Why don't we just face the facts Eyes can be revealing, eyes can be cheating It takes two to make some sense of it Mirror one another, attempt to read the glow And see if you seeing is clear Unfocused but wise, some x-ray type Decipher a coded artifact The deeper you peep you fall back asleep Why don't we just face the facts Why don't we just face the facts More from The Little Ones