Moonfire

My body moves in time We're begging on the feeding line We're lifting out above this head space See my body over flows But I got my whole damn life Caught up in moments entirely of yours But I'm finding it harder to reason in order to grow And findin

[Whistling] We've run out of reason Losing sight of what it's supposed to be A part time believer, till truth We've somehow conceded this self-evasive solitude It means way too much to me And I hope you know, how lucky you are And I remember sitting