If you look just through the mist in front it’s there it’s small but you can just see it
-See what
You can just see it through there just look a bit more carefully
-Yeah but there's like nothing there
And that’s cuz your looking out my window look out your own window man

Float back

It’s gonna be a long walk home and I’m just a stone’s throw from a telephone tone
You can tell from the groan it’s engaged throw the phone in a rage
Rip the yellow paper page like a poem
Watch me show’ em say the lips to the mountains wide hips
Smiling like a crisis before applying like this
Keep calm let the mist take you by its blind vision
Walk slowly don’t bother with the offers to be driven
There ain’t nothing like living stay cunning fight systems
Keep running write riddens speak something like missions
Don't sleep but if you do then dream freaky bright thrills
Steal souls like television listen if you will
Fill her up drill it out spill your beans like a journal
Still the scenes never certain with my verbal in reversal
Get immersed in your words create verse and wake up
A long walk a short day and no place to stay stuck
With the mind not fully made up but up and going
In a time when a rookie gets cut for not glowing
Open trips throwing ship it’s whatever way possible
It's gonna be a long walk home but not optional


Its gonna be a long walk back I never asked for directions now I’m guessing which track
There many and the maps like a riddle with a trap
I collapse in the quick sand its gripping like sap
Isolated and exhilarated biting off a chunk of a cloud
Throw the scrapes to the crowds open mouths
As it drops hear ‘em shout watch the doubt fade away
While all pals find the minutes in the day to conversate
As opposed to conglomerate we operated our intellectual properties
And act beyond rhetorical philosophy another moon another odyssey
With clipped wings an anomaly on instinct hanging on to thin string
Laughing at your lip sync sinking for success it’s a long road I think you need a rest
Catch a breath yells the city to the soul but death ears were to cold
So fresh beers were sold cheap to the questions unsolved
And the page folds easily the hero failed dismally the crowd applaud decently
And they hear of no conspiracy the advice is to rich for me delivered by clones
I reject it and keep going on the long road home


There ain’t nothing like living
Speak something like missions


Lyrics submitted by JesseOL

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