Courts - Intellectual

[Intro]

You know you'd say, "Just one minute more!" If I gave one

Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams?

A lying fool?

A peasant or a king?

A show of strength

Your show of strength

You know you'd say, "Just one minute more!" If I gave one

Then what would time turn me into inside of your dreams?

A lying fool?

A peasant or a king?

A show of strength

No one to thank

Your show of strength

Your page is blank

You'd know a way you could soak me through, too heavy to leave

But now you'll sleep thinking of all your brightest things

A dire fool, a resting eye, a scene

These dire fools, these resting eyes, a scene

A show of strength

No one to thank

Your show of strength

Your page is blank

What was l back then?

Your faded face?

Your welcomed ache?

Look at me that way again

Stay awhile until we wake

It's strange to think that at some point

Your brain might interpret me as just some

Beach ball bouncing down a sun heated asphalt driveway

Or maybe a villain who's on his next conquest into the

Dimmed-black outer reaches of your mind's kingdom

To explore and steal secrets and regrets

But I have to ignore anecdotes like that

Or they might just squeeze my ribs into a

Blackhole formed from the gravity on my chest

And implode in on the very purpose of this exercise

In independence and subjectivity