Album: A Flight and a Crash

5:30 rings
Pots over gas flames
Still in a haze
Not walking dead, but alive and I'm fed
Still hungry for more
'Cause before I wake again, I toss and I turn again and again
With something calling me, maybe a conscience,
maybe that dream of something more,
well beyond the folklore that failed to be something real solid
or still something real solid
or still to ground me with instinct to feel before
I think and think before I know
To know
Know before I act, act before I grow
In control, with fear ail hold
Cutting me loose from old rules

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