Paroles de Flora: Yield

This is the way that we Creating in excess Under simplicity Searching a million steps For what is next to me Accepting methods to notice me falling apart Seams drifting away and staring at me Can we dismiss that you're just a ghost thats leading me We're both at fault But no one's owning up Finding "up" is just a version of finding "down" Proving whats "right" to us is only a feeling we decide upon While finding out is just the same Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought The connection was burning red Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent Connection was burning red Finding "up" is just the same as finding "down" While time it stays, it stays the same Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought The connection was burning red Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent Connection was burning red