Lyrics

I've been a fell tree A hurricane afraid to fail Digging for who I used to be I've been the dirt under your nails Our eyes a neon sign Our hearts a swept front porch Our hands scraping in the sky Our mouths shouting for more Oh there's colors that you've never seen You don't need a name for everything you do I say "I don't know who I'm supposed to be" You say "There's no such thing as 'supposed to'" Just out of view outside They wait for you you'll find Impatience gets the best rebuke No rest when you're hanged up by your shoеs Our eyes a neon sign Our hеarts a swept front porch Our hands scraping in the sky Our mouths screaming for more There's colors that you can't perceive You don't need a name for everything you do I say "I don't know who I'm supposed to be" You say "There's no such thing as 'supposed to'" And what do I know what do I say when they come asking? Every equation incomplete Every sentence fragmenting Like the gap in between where we're standing And all that I have left are words trapped in a void With echoes keeping company to thoughts that I avoid The colors start to bleed and now all that I see Are the stains of my days as they pass me And how should I know what's actually happening When I can't discern what I see from in a dream? It's all in my head, try to keep it open But now that seals been broken through There's colors that you've never seen You don't need a name for everything you do I say "I don't know who I'm supposed to be" You say "There's no such thing as 'supposed to'" And what do I know what do I say when they come asking? Every equation balancing Every sentence fragmenting Like the gap in between where we're standing