VersaEmerge

First topic message reminder :

Let Down :
Their arms, they reach,
They branch like they're trying to catch me,
They stand so tirelessly,
Outgrown, the sides of roads,
Are mixed in gold,
The summer has me,
The summer has me sold.

I see the hints,
Just picture it,
Craving to witness,
But we blinked and missed it,
Beg to the sky,
Long days and all night,
Beg to the sky,
Long days and all night.

Here we are,
Rooted deep.
Looking up,
So sun sweet,
Until the fall,
We lose it all
Here we are.

Thin and bare,
Stuck in the stiff stare,
I wait up in the air,
That makes it all fair,
We stop and grow and stop and grow,
We co-exist, flourished and sun kissed.

Anything you'd like,
Your back road eyes,
They're getting dry and unnatural smile,
You're lost in this place,
I see it in your face,
Lost in this place,
I see it in your face.

Here we are,
Rooted deep.
Looking up,
So sun sweet,
Until the fall,
We lose it all
Here we are.

YEAH!

Whoa, whoa.

There's a vulture on my shoulder.
The time I'm wasting,
Can't say where I've been.
Hey, mind reader,
Don't let me get away,
Don't let me get away.
(You'll never know)
Stranger I know so well.
Don't let me get away,
Don't let me get away.

Blame it on the television.
You make your own love.
I'm pulling,
I'm pushing,
I'm putting it out of my mind.
We aim our arrows high,
Oh dear, I've worked with father sky,
So why don't we just go?

Don't let me get away,
Don't let me get away,
(So why don't we just go?)
Don't let me get away,
Don't let me get away,
I'm lost in it,

There's a vulture on my shoulder,
Don't let me get away,
Don't let me get away,
I'm lost in it,
So lost in it.

In Pursuing Design :
Now that you know...
You never said a word with tangled hands dry, and I see through rose-colored eyes. Tell me I’m the only chance
constantly hanging from the sky.

Pursuing design both far and wide.
Now that you know there’s time, rethink everything heard by the careless choir.

The way we see these things... it’s how we dream about reality. problematic to believe, let alone perceive.
With doubt your mind reads through internally, while observation flees. Nothing can turn the sun back around.

Pursuing design and out of time.
Now that you know there’s time, rethink everything heard by the careless choir.

Sit and watch as I arise. I lean on surmise, though their eyes are far from dry. Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie?

Whisperer :
You play my nerves like strings, all upside down.
Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now.

Since a few aprils ago, endless chase
to send away this...

tireless persistence of taste.

With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (is much too familiar)
With a touch of your words
I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me nowhere...

A deep shade of horizon gold...
the constellations remind me I am home.

We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,

yet a sight of industrial-ness
as the silence wins over every word.

With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (is much too familiar)
With a touch of your words
I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me nowhere...

What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out...
(its gotten me no where)
Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about

We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
yet a sight of industrial-ness
as the silence wins over every word.

With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (is much too familiar)
With a touch of your words
I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me nowhere...

We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
yet a sight of industrial-ness
as the silence wins over...

Past Praying For :
Crawling around me...
Sleepless eyes...
Your hands, they haunt me...
finger tipping down my spine.

Heaven forbid, well aware of your sins.
In the wake I'll be just like the rest.
Tell the sun don't fall, so we'll never forget.
Heaven forbid, well aware of your sins.
In the wake I'll be just like the rest.
Past praying for.

Always kept quiet...
Clenching my teeth.
Find me fighting the floor.
Raise me from my bones once more.
You're way past praying for.

I wouldn't want to wake you from yourself.
...doesn't sit in your stomach just quite right.
Toying with time...
Lascivious stares and a dangerous rhyme