Buildings

Out of the weight
Whys the world reparticled;
my home wide aflamed?
And you’re calling somebody in
but bit of late when everything’s afloat,
set to space
or falling
It’s because your stuck in another hoax,
another hoax:
That given up mind is a friendly ghost
That losing your soul isn’t, at all, the whole
Yeah it’s a bit of late when everythings afloat,
set to space
and falling
Weakening light
Weakening light
Who’s infinite in weakening light?
And who’s infinite
It’s a lonely ride
A lonely ride
Back in the days
you tried to keep a name distant from a face
you had erased
Now bitterness is growing on your way
Weakening light
Weakening light
Who’s infinite in weakening light?
Weakening light
And who’s infinite
It’s a lonely ride — but not infinite
It’s our only ride
Our only ride
I fear my thoughts,
I love to set fires
Minds are candles
I’m getting out of this alive and leave it behind
out of this alive to leave it behind