Wait out through the fall
I'm not right in the howling wind
I fall out of it falling weight
The faded ideals are gathering
Peering through the cracks
In reaching I've become a figurine
In low light through the backwoods
And fatal ideas that gather
In the corners while I wait
For the limited return of feeling
It ain't worth the hold out for it
Once you feel like you've become unreal
And collide which is what
I've strayed out through the fog
But I can't feel the sun or the wind
With your heart tied to a stick
I'm afraid I can't afford to wait