كلمات Fluke Wiring

I’ve layed it on the table It’s rough when I am able The redwood colored rapture It’s happy ever after Our pocket universes Determining our truths till the novelty disperses Eyes on the dangerous prizes we think quickly all day We try to present as embracingly curious always I'm running my fresh recovered mile a minute And I'm still making you feel like a million dollars I'm still trying to bridge sufficient worlds And when you sense the unbroken circles And that nobody’s to blame It doesn’t make it easy to fathom a system dependent on pain Attempting with all of our fierceness to break even We must shake the hands of our kin as we walk away