I sat and contemplated everything and nothing came   This dry skin is aging and cracking, but I still sing   Let the sun wash over me    These warm thoughts are a shade of the truth      Seem to be a forest growing out of harvest    Keeping me sustained   Straying from the obvious into the strange   It was in an effort ending up the same      Their voice speaks now    Other than my own echo in the cavern of our useless skull   I am just a stain on a dress you've made   The beauty in the stitching elegances...      Block the rain    Aiming at this broken shell   Countless as far as I can tell   The ways in which you sing      I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way      What can we fill up in our short lives   Making us complete, allowing us to breathe   When death is washed away we will terminate this vital mystery   But I still need to reach the life inside of me, the life inside...      I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way