For the charm
A charm untamed
Oh how we're drawn
Drawn all the way
Back in the fire
You turn to clay
No I don't need to grow in awe
No part of me is too sore to know
Run like a child
Do anything
Oh wider eyes
Laugh anyway
Oh how we try to live
I heard them say
We grow many arms
Trying to reach the moon
We only need one
There's a lie or two in the truth
So many drown
Oh my sorry eyes
In this light the words disappear