Mirage of loss, a few more things
You left your sorrow dangling
It hangs in air like a school chair
On black notes inside the chords
On every wall, inflections carved
Deepest lakes and darkest stars
The courts knew this and nothing more
Under your wheels your hopeless rain
You fall too hard, we're up too late
We had suspended from the heights
Until it's safer to walk here
Under your wheels your chances with
The easy call, the call of search
The medicine, it still won't work
But there's dangerous levels of it,
Same thing as the other time
But now it's your rights versus mine
The truth in one free afternoon
The truth in one free afternoon
Under my wheels, the chances held
Gave me to save me from myself
The truth's in one free afternoon—a
The truth's in one free afternoon—a
The truth in one free afternoon,
The truth in one free afternoon
Under your wheels, the fits and starts
The time to dabble in the arts
To tease the packs of darts in charge
But kid, it's all wasted on me
Under your wheels, the hope of spring
Mirage of loss, a few more things
The light is certain, it still won't sing
But there's dangerous levels
You're right, you're not right now
