Master of formulas
Never adding up
Patient brush, comb this mud
Never smooth enough

Calm income, some froze up
Matters more than us

Matters more when I'm a fight to try and find
Do I divide you up?
Or do I delight you?
Know I try to

Captain Crunch, R

Pools of ice
We're sleeping through the morning
Steams a'rising up
The window bright enough to warm me

Your older eyes
See more than just the glory
The thoughts around your head
Form desires I read and they scared me

And then I saw a storm from the inside

A night away, a new born aster
From your remains
What goes to waste, the autumn after
The long erase

If I rely on the lines where you lead me
Will I, be right, I'll be right where you left me

In my head, on my pillow
We'll meet again

A world away, a call to