Quiet calls feel me...I'm wrong.....I'm wrong and over in an instant......but I'm here to leave.....in a clever way.....I'm here to leave....I'm here to leave....I'm here.....I don't want to reach you.....I get destroyed on the way.....I'm here with a message....not my words.....I'm the message.......I'm here to leave.....I say I'm here to stay won't make you pray....not my words.....I'm here to believe a thing or two.......No,.....I may be wrong.....'cause I'm.....I'm here to understand the play....what it is......I could go on.....but you wouldn't mind....why I don't......stay on the path....that's not my decree.....I'm here to make paths where there are none....just to leave.....that way.....just to leave....some way
I won't say....I have everything..... but I stay on the path......I stay..... where I set foot becomes a path....I'm here to love.....who could say these beautiful words.....then put them in mouth.....I don't know where to go....these treasures dry up so fast....I could say more......I could say less.....But I could say the word you want me to say......these words dry up so fast.....this poison/ambrosia of sorts......
I wouldn't desire.....I won't count these words I cast over to you....I cast....In these treasures......I set my heart.....but I can't love what I don't desire...though I'll love what's to love.....I can't say I know the end.....I'm here to leave is all I comprehend.....I'm here to leave....a way that's more...I could stay.....but I won't, I'd love to go.....to eternal going.....these beauties never seem to dry up...
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