Asrya

Since the birth of time

Man had to fall

But if it's at you feet

I'll do it now or not at all

And you are sublime

Like a summer storm

Washing my preconceptions

Against my inner walls

These complications

Make my idols out as fools

I choke to think it girl, but

I love you

You touch my arm

Absent-mindedly

I turn confusion

Into a full time disease

And when we're lit up high

And it all seems free

I feel the tension hold me

I can hardly breathe

These complications

Make my idols out as fools

I choke to think it girl, but

I love you