Street light halos abound
Look what I found
Oh my eyes are hazy
How the moon looks lazy
In the early morn
Sunset taking a break
You look great
Making beauty look easy
Thinking about the seasons
Winter's bringing you down
Me and the wind will race
Slap in the face
Gonna lose every time
But never be denied
The privilege of seeing the storm
Cross you arrogant slime
I haven't the time
When are you going to learn
To heal you gotta burn
All the water that's sitting around
Cooking up thunder storms
The clouds will conform
Make your dinner so grey now
Forgot what you had to say now
That you waited so long
Drop that innocent guise
Look at the skies
You don't need to be lying
In little ways we're all trying
To be something we're not