Stones & Feathers

(Gray/MacKichen/Skarbek/Parks)

There's nothing left for me to do just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around

I can't help falling down is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers

I'm not myself maybe

I'm never just like tear that fades away just like a word

I can't express or can't explain a thousand voices in my brain

I wish they'd comfort me instead it's torturing is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way

I'm made to measure

I'm not myself maybe

I'm never when all is said and done

I confess

I've had enough is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever

I'm not myself maybe

I'm never is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather

I'm not myself maybe

I'm never