Down, down the drop,
my stomach says it all;
for whom I brighten,
for daggers banish
these and all causes.

So circles surround,
and figures do know;
I seen,
I know it
is there,
for a leg healed 
and they knew it was so.

They cross, they cross,
and you never know,
you guess it wrong,
you don't know the slow,
crawl
they know where you go
they cross, they cross
and you get it good
and down, down the drop
6 feet down and don't wake up.

You go, you go
but you know
the intersections happened;
bring it on,
the ugly and the clean
of a country site,
why the change, 
why the fight;
where is the start.
it happens so fast,
you fall, you fall
by god but no,
god,
is no part as this scale.

Is far,
far away 
and it can't be reached
and
they cross, they cross
and grass goes pale
and slow becomes
until it's in you;
and it's you and
you know now
they brighten me
to things I can see,
and I am maybe more
then the hole I was before.

Can better be made 
if never was seen?
A realized family;
a real mom or
summers known too well;
and wet from the cling
you know,
again and again,
your really good at 
the eyes, the hands
and when little deaths
turn in her horizon-

a silence,
a pale and simple change
of color;
no matter the angle,
or place it happens again
as
it is the way of boil,
my sun is in my eyes
and reflect every knot
I'm not,
I'm not,
I'm not,
perfect in his eyes
and
I cry, I cry
simple equations
know me so well,
and there is snot
and I loved tonight,
and I was gone to that place
you know too-

you cross, you cross
and you are one
and you love again;
and why the fight?
knowing the sun will rise,
perhaps one day
I will know,
again,
the piece that's gone
and you crossed, and you
feel it so good;
and I don't know 
why the fight.