all relative
the poor and the wise all know the same tricks
and here I am
weaving charms through the hair of old wives,
gypsies, men of distortion/distinction
they wear converse and speak in tongues
beards and all, I love them and their urban smell
i still feel so unclean and tainted by their world
"as the statues cry
and the buildings crumble side by side
at least we'll know now who was left behind
shattered through the halls
with your arms spread wide to love it all
I'm not sure if I can break these walls
trip on icy stairs/stares
my whole world is burning, I don't care
because you're not here
breath on jaded glass
we all knew that this would come to pass
but will I disappear?"
