Woorden: This Day Forward. In Response. A Fragile Version.

We live with covered eyes convinced that we still see. Colored lies say we can be something more than lost at sea. Something more than lost at sea. A fragile version. A little more than a skeleton. Like sand blown by the wind. Covered eyes covered ears. The most awkward glances so quick to wash away. Like sand blown by the wind. Nothing more than lost at sea. Nothing more than lost at sea. Cold string of lifeless limbs. Floating under violent tides and this heart beats strong. A fragile version. A little more than a skeleton. Like sand blown by the wind. No longer do I claim to come from anytime or anyplace. Still all of these faceless names call on to this nameless face. Call on to this nameless face. Cold string of lifeless limbs. Floating under violent tides. But this heart beats strong. Call on to this nameless face. A fragile version. A little more than a skeleton. Like sand blown by the wind