all i have to hear is if you are near
you believe what i see you know it means nothing
a sin in a saying looks can kill
as if when obeying took skill
so hard to get across and easy to get lost
to trespass in past thoughts
morphing among recalls
a xrime not to value art
beauty to consume for sport
and what is left in memory
is what it will all mean to me
when i wander around among the sound
pull me under construction
if you are around to see what i found
pull me under construction
to trespass in past thoughts
morphing among recalls
bring me back to the start
what i hear lapse my heart
and mind about my time
blend it to think i’m blind