I see, yes, in you, displeasure
As you lie and toss your hair
I smell the fragrance of undoings
They way we’ve kept to this cold air
These times, they’ve come to change me
And change you, inside this night
They’ve come to wrap and bathe me
So that I may wake, when skies meet light
We were the pair, who kept to sandals,
And now we’re marching stone in feet…
Cause we’ve awoken from this slumber
With new realities cold from the street.
