When I returned, you buried my last two weeks   My last two weeks of my new times, so it didn't seem like   A wasted mouthful, a wasted mouthful   Because of a trip that was trapped inside of you      I was trapped inside you and always imagined that I could   I always imagined, imagined I would   Conjure you up, conjure you up   So it didn't seem like, it didn't seem like      I was conditioned, I was conditioned about that   So it didn't seem like, a wasted mouthful   Am I untruthful? Am I untruthful?   As a result of being, maybe, maybe it was too soon      The red rose, I liken it to the flicker of the pure   Fleeting moments, precede our actions   Light that's not burning, light that's not burning   No more lost sinking feeling, tethered to your shoe, tethered to you      We ask the controller, he sends us flames, our lying bodies sleep   His whispered word says, ahh, this is how, this is how it looks   From where we weep, tethered to red rose, tethered to your shoe   To the seven of cups, tethered to you