Lyrics
Come forward
You’re growing taller
Move still onward and up
But you cover that wheel with the sound
And it took so many hours
The malaise untouched, runs it all
I don’t know what else could fill the hours
Curse my nerves, makes sense to worry about times that have gone by wrapped to
look like blessings, always the ones who are in mind could you be on time in an
insane slide, and when our work is done we are not left holding the gun