More Or Less

Will it come in the windows? Or up the lines?
Or through the lighting fixture that never fails to blind me
When I had been veering somewhere else?

And even now I'd say in the lonely times
What once stood above us is now far behind
In spite of reasons never said

Cause' I've lived this life a million times
These questions more or less I seem to find
When I'm sincere to someone else

And if the best hand folds and the words don't rhyme
Then painting pictures in your castle's fine
The blood red lines begin to melt

Bold accusations at the fault lines
Brings alive the rituals often seen in time
Gold lined veneer and pearl belts

And through the false doors, the shale and lime
Glide across residual of the greater minds
So often near but never felt

Cause' I've lived this life a million times
These questions more or less I seem to find
When I'm sincere to someone else

And if the best hand folds and the words don't rhyme
Then painting pictures in your castle's fine
The blood red lines begin to melt