RTH 8 - Thus Has It Ever

Will you crawl into my head while I sleep?

Will you ask me everything I give away and I keep?

Will your voice come once more through the air?

Do you think about what might be and isn't fair?

I see the words and turn my eyes to the left and right, stumbling through in sometimes vague attempts to selfishly expect the best

Will your voice come once more through the air?

Do you think about these things do you believe I care?

I dial up and listen on the phone

Say the words to let them know that they are not alone

I see the red and turn my nose a little up and look again stumbling vaguely through an attempt to meet expectations unselfishly

I dial up and listen on the phone

Say the words to let them know what they can call their own

Will you walk with me through the trees?

If I open up your eye will you just stare and freeze?

I hear the things that aren't where I hear them and turn my ear to the side in the best hope I selfishly won't hear what's there

Will you walk with me through the trees?

Everything we ever is slowly by degrees

There's white and blue and clicking and there's down

Can we remember what it's like not living in this town?

I can see what's in front of me and hear the rustling off to the side. The smiling is helpful but every time I sit and look then the noise makes my heart jump straight up my throat. I close for just a minute but what could be only seems like another what's there. A long time but I'm happy to make it longer.

Make it longer

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