Float, swirl, twirl, curl - "BOOM" a new world.
Cycling around the clouds, jumping into my flaws.
I can grow bigger while I'm building up to crumble.
At the end of the cycle is where I stumble, mumble something incomprehensible.
Rhythm changed again, please follow.
Right about now is when I swallow my sorrow.
Counting sheep while I creep up under my pillows.
Do you really wanna know?
Foreign, known - what's the difference ?
I knew you once, haven't seen you since.
Don't even know how long it's been.
I don't hold on to broken branches; stepped, crushed and turned into mud.
A new cycle, a new curve.
Take my tears, they're too salty for my skin.
The puddles make me drag my feet.
Them cycles, love. Sour, sweet.