The Seam کے بول

I think I’m getting closer At last to finding the seam Of where your skin’s sewn to bone And your mind to your beliefs I’d wait in line forever For a taste of your indigo dream I’m impatient, I know, grasping at immediacy But in letting go of the fear, I’m beginning to see The soft lack of urgency in your indigo dream But I am only human, flooded with flaws Born of two cultures and composed of carbon Restless, nonetheless So I hope for a tomorrow So beautiful as today For my sons or daughters To kiss the heavens with their eyes And lovers with thеir mouths And a comet darts overhead As I put words to papеr Oh-oh oh Oh-oh oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh Oh Oh Oh oh Centerpiece of the storm Livid, in love, and somehow raw I kiss all of my friends so they don’t have to hurt anymore Centerpiece of the storm Invigorated, somehow raw I kiss all of my friends so they won’t have to hurt I think I found the seam