| Passenger leaves
|
| I know, the pictures turned out too clearly
|
| Some felt blank
|
| But still others emit true feeling
|
| Once he liked it
|
| Twice he needed
|
| It was three until he stands believing
|
| The reason he can’t pursue it
|
| The list goes on and on
|
| So what went wrong
|
| Is your destination dwelling deep inside my all secluded loop
|
| My lungs, will not push for ways to say
|
| My arms are crossing just in case of you
|
| But the difference I couldn’t tell
|
| His seams fall out of place when he agrees to pardon
|
| He wakes beneath her glaring stare
|
| He’s not locked in anymore
|
| With all these plans and separations
|
| The two weren’t burying stones
|
| And what happens near the others
|
| There is still a shadow following him around
|
| He’s scarred by stalking through the wearied entrance to his sunburnt heart
|
| Her locking fists remind him who she wants
|
| And what went wrong
|
| It’s your destination dwelling deep inside my all secluded loop
|
| My lungs, will not push for ways to say
|
| My arms are crossing just in case of you |