​bowl of time
meander meander meander
fall, fall, fall
x2

strangers stare buckshot in my spine
confusion from their wispy eyes
i roam through a wood of alien trees
fall fall, like autumn's gentle leaves

spiraling down, glide along the wind
spiraling down, simple and delicate
and my heart, says that i won't fit
at least not
here, here

o melt my, melt my bark
and lay me bare
scared anxious, so weary
vuln-ra-ble

strangers' cold unfeeling eyes
skin screams, from malicious knives
i'll wait, to heal my fragile soul
though i, won't ever be whole
spiraling down, glide along the wind
spiraling down, simple and delicate
and my heart, says that i won't fit
at least not
here, here
x2

meander meander meander
fall, fall, fall
x2