Courts

(альбом: Dialects - 2014)

You know you'd say
"Just one minute more!"
If I gave one
Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams?
A lying fool?
A peasant?
Or a king?
A show of strength
Your show of strength

You know you'd say
"Just one minute more!"
If I gave one
Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams?
A lying fool?
A peasant?
Or a king?

A show of strength
No one to thank
Your show of strength
Your page is blank

You'd know a way you could soak me through
To heavy to leave
But now you'll sleep thinking of all your brightest things
A dire fool
A resting eye
A scene
These dire fools
These resting eyes
A scene

A show of strength
No one to thank
Your show of strength
Your page is blank

What was I back then?
Your faded face?
Your welcomed ache?
Look at me that way again
Stay awhile until we wake

It's strange to think that at some point
Your brain might interpret me as just some
Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway
Or maybe a villain who's on his next conquest into the
Dimmed-black outer reaches of your mind's kingdom
To explore and steal secrets and regrets
But I have to ignore anecdotes like that
Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a
Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest
And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise
In independence and subjectivity