round

Yeah, so I'm come'n round it feels like, come'n round to the things I know. Weepin' amidst that garden, that garden of thorny delights. It's funny how those things that burn ya are those things that you embrace.

So, but I'm tired, and alone and it feels like the phone hasn't rung in years. It just sings that silence, that silence thats the echos of my fears.

But I'm gonna open up and shake it down and shatter those things that stumble. I'm just gonna let it ride and sing the songs and yawn the yawns that make it all worth the wait. Quit lookin for the keys and find some gasonline. Turn those inward eyes outward and upward and find my way amidst the light.