The lines form an image of what I
Could have been
Could have done
Could have seen
Now it all bursts into flames at the blink of an eye
Looking down onto infinite blue
Four seasons cycling all at once
The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out
Looking down into blue
On my life written in dust
We're all gifted
But some a bit more than that
My throat got sore from trying to
Make them notice my pathetic existence
When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
Plow ahead
Plow ahead
Plow ahead
When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
Some want a bit more than that
Read the lines
As the sequence unfolds
Consumed by ignorance
The stories untold
Read the lines
The stories untold
Looking down onto infinite blue
Four seasons cycling all at once
The periphery of day and night is vague, shifting in and out
Looking down into blue
On my life written in dust
I curse the day we met
(I curse the day we met)
All the circumstances we were forced into
I watch us through my window as the fog coalesces
Into bygone words and memories
Stories untold
We're all gifted
But some a bit more than that
My throat got sore from trying to
Make them notice my pathetic existence
When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
Plow ahead
Plow ahead
Plow ahead
When all I ever wanted was to plow ahead
Some want a bit more than that
Read the lines
As the sequence unfolds
Consumed by ignorance (Consumed by ignorance)
And the stories untold
Read the lines
The stories untold
Read the lines
As the sequence unfolds
Misled, consoled, detached from all
Consumed by ignorance (Consumed by ignorance and the stories untold)
The stories untold
Read the fucking lines
Misled, consoled, detached from all
Consumed by ignorance