Webs - LooM

It comes with reason

And when we question, we question with sincerity

Run through webs of grass and trees

Only to wake, only to wake

Glued to the sun like a ceiling

Waiting as we drip into the night

Glued to the sun like a ceiling

Waiting as we drip into the night

It comes with reason

And when we question, we question with sincerity

Run through webs of grass and trees

Only to wake, only to wake

But when it all collides and goes under

It’s never permanent

It’s never permanent

Tears stream down my neck

Falling into place, falling into place

When i finally realize, we knew all along

When i finally realize, we knew all along