i ride
how the pane of glass curves and reflects the light that we seek in this shade
dry branches grow from the lush prayers of man
i ride
for the windows morning kiss that look of warmth and the true reciprocating feeling we know that some may not
dont worry im still holding on to fleeting images far behind but close to my heart
i see two worlds but each ends as one
the laughs were there only halfway i turn my head
i saw two birds on a wire at the first blush
i look back through the bus window and they were gone
just like that
i ride
frozen moments its hard to trust myself
of the things that i would do
the fading of what i once felt
is it just me or someones punishment
the way i grew up
im tryin to find the catalyst of it all
something changed what i did
my papa is there but i cant speak
rid
of my habits
i ride
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how the pane of glass curves and reflects the light that we seek in this shade
dry branches grow from the lush prayers of man
i ride
for the windows morning kiss that look of warmth and the true reciprocating feeling we know that some may not
dont worry im still holding on to fleeting images far behind but close to my heart
i see two worlds but each ends as one
the laughs were there only halfway i turn my head
i saw two birds on a wire at the first blush
i look back through the bus window and they were gone
just like that
i ride
frozen moments its hard to trust myself
of the things that i would do
the fading of what i once felt
is it just me or someones punishment
the way i grew up
im tryin to find the catalyst of it all
something changed what i did
my papa is there but i cant speak
rid
of my habits
i ride
