Ways
Sam Moss
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
The mounted mirror
Spoke to what the cold had done
The raw cold of expectation
The sting of lost creation
[Verse 2]
As if newness could be goodness
Every time without a slip
As if the words he gave you
Didn't bind you, make you trip
[Refrain]
The error in our ways
The callousin' of hands
The turnin' of days
[Verse 3]
Clear away
The foggin' of the glass
Say, did it happen often
That in that clearin' was a blossom?
[Verse 4]
If only dark would grant the access
To the turnin' of the wheel
Toward the hopeful evolution
Away from the reverence that you feel
[Refrain]
The error in our ways
The callousin' of hands
The turnin' of days
