We surround the table joining hands
To sing the song of a stranger
Estranged faces and awkward motions
The general theme is beating me, oh
It's painstaking hard work to express and console
To whom I search for
Reawaken this ingrown soul
A rotten psuedobulb
Until I find the door
Hiding away the kids at our feet
You don't want me to know
Faint whispers release the truth
Repeating spirits, recurring themes, oh
When hot water meets sunburn
My blood wrestles open wide
And the past rolls away
I revel in the smallest moments
While befriending children
That output mass energy