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"Patient Hunters and Unsure Gatherers"

Feels like so long ago
But yesterday at the same
Falling into rhythm
An aura faded yellow
with shades of blue
So quickly
Learning to fall into rhythm
With you
Do I fall out of sync
From time to time?
Does my lingering
Does it kill me more, do you think?
More than any cigarettes and liquor
I'm patient and drunk with this
Fermented fruit
And who was the picker

And, yet again, am I patient
I'm through the tunnel once more
Patience is a thread
It holds what I'm waiting for together
One must ask after patience, so long
What is it I'm waiting for?
What is it I'm waiting for?
The thread's unraveling slowly
But still unraveling, nonetheless
Life won't wait, and surely not for war

Wasted
Chained
Emotionally
Drained
Needing
To be needed
Wanting
To be, but what is it
Be the sun
Be the moon
Life, too short
Death, too soon
But I don't want to be
To be Immune

Yet another precious stone
to life, you're just another wonder
An ambitious nature, ego lost in the haze
A mess because your lightning comes after your thunder
Caught beneath the waves of vain reassurance
Drawn to the ocean like a young siren
The peculiar seashells you used to admire prod your feet
Though their beauty is where heaven might have been
The wounds are enough to take granted of their grace
The colors, the shapes
The acid rain in your head
A bad taste with the fate of your past
The lack of genuine compassion
The absence of love that would last

Yet again, I'm patient
For you and your silent brew
Another plan, ambitious again
Another day, another dollar
Living with this again
Who did what? What, where, who?
You get by again and again, settling for less and less
And I can't take much more, the thread's unraveling
It's down to this
What a mess

Sometimes
The things that hurt you, teach you
Sometimes
The things that are beauty, are more than just
Sometimes
Beauty is pain, and pain is the teacher
And the teacher is guidance
And guidance means well
Open up to a new light
If you got another plan, tell me where may the intention dwell

Description
"Patient Hunters and Unsure Gatherers"

Feels like so long ago
But yesterday at the same
Falling into rhythm
An aura faded yellow
with shades of blue
So quickly
Learning to fall into rhythm
With you
Do I fall out of sync
From time to time?
Does my lingering
Does it kill me more, do you think?
More than any cigarettes and liquor
I'm patient and drunk with this
Fermented fruit
And who was the picker

And, yet again, am I patient
I'm through the tunnel once more
Patience is a thread
It holds what I'm waiting for together
One must ask after patience, so long
What is it I'm waiting for?
What is it I'm waiting for?
The thread's unraveling slowly
But still unraveling, nonetheless
Life won't wait, and surely not for war

Wasted
Chained
Emotionally
Drained
Needing
To be needed
Wanting
To be, but what is it
Be the sun
Be the moon
Life, too short
Death, too soon
But I don't want to be
To be Immune

Yet another precious stone
to life, you're just another wonder
An ambitious nature, ego lost in the haze
A mess because your lightning comes after your thunder
Caught beneath the waves of vain reassurance
Drawn to the ocean like a young siren
The peculiar seashells you used to admire prod your feet
Though their beauty is where heaven might have been
The wounds are enough to take granted of their grace
The colors, the shapes
The acid rain in your head
A bad taste with the fate of your past
The lack of genuine compassion
The absence of love that would last

Yet again, I'm patient
For you and your silent brew
Another plan, ambitious again
Another day, another dollar
Living with this again
Who did what? What, where, who?
You get by again and again, settling for less and less
And I can't take much more, the thread's unraveling
It's down to this
What a mess

Sometimes
The things that hurt you, teach you
Sometimes
The things that are beauty, are more than just
Sometimes
Beauty is pain, and pain is the teacher
And the teacher is guidance
And guidance means well
Open up to a new light
If you got another plan, tell me where may the intention dwell