Maybe it's not too late to feel this way

Maybe it's not the way it's done these days, now

Whatever, man

Sometimes it rains

Sometimes sleep right before the fall

Summon the blossoms

Gather the roses

Knee deep in flowers

It's like the closest thing

That ever recovers in time

Please hold the line

Decompose in time

May be full

Way home

Oh, to find the way

Hope defined

In turn will find the end

In the end, you'll find it's all

Self-conditioned in a sense that

Witnessed number never called

Some delusions take as many from

The air as stay so far inside

Some depress as deep as some are wide

Stay there, always