Features

Could it be an ill-fated feature?
Could it be your tracking device?
Could it be the lotus I'm eating?
Could it be the season behind?

How come?
How come?
I might as well hide the other cheek
And revert to my flaws
But my guts scream
My guts scream and shout

Believe me, I don't want to be here
When the spinning stops and it turns out I'm right

Could it be the best laid intention?
Could it be the boundary I crossed?

How come?
How come?
I might as well slam the door shut
On the presents you brought
But my guts scream
My guts scream and shout

Believe me, I don't want to be here
When the spinning stops and it turns out I'm right

I saw the picture
I saw the picture
How gracefully we fell apart
I had no orbit
I had no warpaint
How gracefully we fell apart
I thought I was running strong
I was running ahead
Or maybe we ran out of words
I thought I was growing strong
I saw the picture
How gracefully we fell apart



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Amatori
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