If you could walk the earth and never draw breath
Would the fear come and try to arrest you?
Your fingers slowly fell off like a raindrop
Stop. Don’t play it louder than you really need to

‘Cause if you cry at the smallest comment
Your feelings will have been in vain
It takes some time to really want it
To know and to be something is the same thing

Every day I dream of 58
And how it’ll be so nice to finally have some answers
And if I know the g scale at the same point
I will freak and weep so hard I’ll fall over

But if my time was faster than a bullet
At least I spent it sitting down
I washed my hands clean as you stood and
Dialed the knobs on your bass amp

If the sounds follow where you run to
Within the ground, into your head
Running after something that’s above you
Will probably cause a ragged heart rate

And tell me how your body and your breastline
Made a mark on what you made
If faking exhales feels like undressing
Then maybe the key is to relate

Take your life a dime for a dozen
Put it in the pot of what he said
About your self, what it was and wasn’t
How does it feel to be collected?