You're woven into my thoughts,
you're the first thing that I think of when I wake,
and you're with me as I fall asleep.
How quickly things change,
and how suddenly,
a quilt of love takes shape.
Flying over the streets laughing,
the wind rising,
piece a stoge with the lord,
high up in a tree.
Ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon.
Took a leap of faith and crashed into the park,
coated in the dust of a come down cheap,
I thought I'd found peace,
I thought I'd found peace.
You see my eyes are bloodshot?
I slam my fists into the wall.
And take the quilts that bind us:
It's no one's fault.
Out of my control,
its the root of my affliction,
the root of my lament.
Out of my control,
a quilt of love takes shape.
Look here,
I wear all my thoughts and fears,
on my sleeve for all to see.
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going-
where I'm going-
that's alright.
