from by All the Way Rider



Hung up on control, and if I have somewhere to go, when it’s happening right now
just within the rules and outside the know, and I’m playing my way out
Hung up on a flag, with an empty bag, and excusing the wrong tune
Saddled with an us, and the mysteries plus a lacking of a clue

I hope that the answers that follow those questions
are excused with the slightest ounce of disbelief
We get so stuck on all our agreeing on measure
Blood is thicker and deeper and greater than weather

Rain or shine it’s mine

It’s deeper and clearer than ever I don’t want our truths in disguise.
There’s nowhere else. There’s nothing else. It’s all in your eyes.


from Floyd, released December 18, 2014



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