Spinning out of control
Sailing off the tracks
Knuckles white on the wheel
Yet there's nothing to grasp
All for the sake of tired eyes
Ripped down the seams on the ride
Choking down the dust
Coughing up the debris
Arms outstretched to the sun
All but poised to break free
All for the sake of tired eyes
Ripped down the seams on the ride
And there's no
Illusion
It's hollowing the tree to escape
On board the
Delusion
All for the sake of tired eyes
Ripped down the seams on the ride
In the desert a thirst
Dries the skin like a drum
Though the spirit is low
Arms outstretched to the sun
And there's no
Illusion
Hollowing the tree to escape
On board the
Delusion
Borrowing the arrows to break
Open
The doors and
Paddling away on the wake
You make for the shoreline and fly.