Pomelo Tongue

This solemn state derails my train of thought
Exhuming hours from the station’s clock

Savour it
Savour it

If you wanted more
Then allocate my will not to be a bore
For you and all your strength
Oh it must be great just to be awake
I’m so low

Floored by a condition
That these frets simply console
Tied to intuition: “I know something you don’t''
And that’s the best part
Spilling paint all over the highway
Just to see where they would go
Shapes, patterns and colours
Tricking your brain to see the fabrications
Of intrinsic feats of bravery
Nothing matters but humanity

Savour it
Savour it

If you wanted more
Then allocate my will not to be a bore
For you and all your strength
Oh it must be great just to be awake
I’m so low

Floored by a condition
That these frets simply console
Tied to intuition: “I know something you don’t''
And that’s the best part
Spilling paint all over the highway
Just to see where they would go
Shapes, patterns and colours
Tricking your brain to see the fabrications
Of intrinsic feats of bravery
Nothing matters but humanity