Yellow Woods

It's Monday
And the world comes speeding
And each time you try to stand, you hit the ceiling
Come Saturday
And you feel the landslide
One foot on the boat, one on the dockside

Diverging, still you keep your cool
Steadfast, you refuse to move
Locked my doors to keep from hurt
Scattering my chances in the dirt

Look up
This is all I ask you
One step at a time until you break through
'Cause the cul-de-sacs
You refuse to see
They keep blocking up the tunnels of your bloodstream

Diverging, now you feel the stress
Spreading, it devours your chest
Locked my doors to keep from hurt
Scattering my chances in the dirt



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