And there were future reflections on the face and the hands
On a green-colored island on a primitive man
It was the future reflecting, it felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building, the kids had something to do
There was a feeling, the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life
I saw patterns on floorboards deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards, turned them from oak into cedar
He can assess the situation, I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones, I don't expect to be a winner
But as long as you feel it, I'm a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface, don't break my bones
Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin, pale and thin
If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn't see us, there's a sea outside my door
And one day I'll appreciate the rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore
And remember what it felt like
To be alone
Sitting in the sunlight
All alone
