Sad today I holler at the window feeling everything went wrong.
Standing callow hoping every idea I let go will stay the same.
Father, wash the sullied from the soil.
The dawn has hit the summit at an angle wrecking everything I know.
Sad today I'm holed up in a riddle writing every thought I've grown
Sitting hollow hoping every reason I roped in will stay intact.
Father, wash the sullied from the soil.
The dawn has hit the summit at an angle wrecking everything I know.
Father, wash the sullied from the soil.
The dawn has hit the summit at an angle wrecking everything I know.
Father, wash the sullied from the soil.
The dawn has hit the summit at an angle wrecking everything I know.
Sad today a swallow hit the windowpane then everything went black
Laying static eyeing zephyr slowly letting go of its last breath.
Father, wash the sullied from the soil.
The dawn has hit the summit at an angle wrecking every though I know.