Lyrics

It’s easy to feel
When you’re lying in a meadow of
Queen Anne’s lace all around you

I don’t ever want to come down
Days made of thought to
Compel us forward in time
Mirrors of each other

Often ridden with back boned stories
About how no one gets a crown

The expecting always ends up losing
That’s something to expect
That’s something to expect

We will know when it shows,
Not one to deceive
I don’t want you changed for me

Shoal waters of the bay
This is isn’t happening
So close but so far away
Actions are the words
We use when we just can’t speak
Patterns to the madness

Come home to our bed
I am here etching what was said.
Said, said

It’s easy to feel
When you’re lying in a meadow of
Queen Anne’s lace all around you

I don’t ever want to come down
Days made of thought to
Compel us forward in time