Along the lines of your stubble

I trace the curves 'til I can't no more

If it's not too much trouble

You can show me the shapes

That you plot at your garden

I can't remember

The last time that I felt

So undiscovered

Oh with eyes closed

The colors have bled away

I've seen as much as I can

It just don't show all the shades

That they used to

For forty days and nights

I [?] over and over and over

Over and over and over