Fresh mud on the carpet
Drying in the sun
From the window pane
I haven't left this room
In what seems like days
Am I the only one
Who does things like this
I want to
Be see through
All in all I think I still believe
Yes the world is slowly killing me
Knee deep in my own catharsis
Stepping on my thoughts
Hoping it will rain
Maybe even flood
And wash us all way
Is it wrong to think
That could be OK
credits
from Satellites and Airports,
released October 22, 2012
Scott Burr- Guitar/Vocals/Programming