Nip/Tuck

The air around me
is grey
The mist surrounding
my vision is blur
I'm heading straight
with turf forlorn
and misty eyed
illusionary spur

The layers of
deprivation are great
The cataclysmic
affection earned by
an ungrateful fate
In peace
as is, in the war
to go
Unspoken mumbles
are hard to blow

The scent of
love brings me
mortality dew
I'd love to sleep
if every feeling
I'd wake up
be as true
I'd soothe

Oh, I've said too much
If I'd know how to walk
I wonder if the feeling
would still hang around..
reveling in this
make-believe ..
I wouldn't lean on to
the crutch to find out

To look beyond, the
fine race that
you've run,
jump ahead
but look behind
whats left is still
wonderfully undone ..

The feeling that hangs around
in everyone
I will be there by your
side
No second hand serenade
I will see the rise
again
and before you sense
the fall
or let it roll
the song will last forever

There, it still hangs
don't judge me from
the stands
everything that
you cant admire
don't save for the reason to find ..

Come down
I will feel you fly again ...