Lyrics
Hidden beneath the foliage,
once blinded eyes begin to see,
my vanquished aspirations, your false guarantees.
So picturesque as you leapt off the precipice,
your lust for scrutiny felt like daggers,
prodding every inch of my bruised skin.
These castle walls are crumbling,
the bastion's always been paper-thin.
The thought of the open world with countless unmarked roads
removes the stagnation from my weary mind,
as I leave my troubled thoughts behind.
Engaged to rain clouds and majestic mountains as I watch them go.
Raindrops embraced the condensation on the car window
or the roaring shadows and darkness of the subway metro.
My mind intoxicated with a fog of thought
and I'm still finding traces of you in Arizona parking lots.
No matter how far-fetched,
no matter how shallow come the breaths.
I searched for purpose and for your crocodile tears that have left me so bereft.
"Maybe the world would be a better place if I left..."