Cower at the call for you have fooled yourself Plan stand fail This feeling's never been a stranger in this house And this moments pa**ing on Oh without angle Abandon the truth for a chance Abandon a touch for a taste A shelter for a shack It's come to be that I've never done them any good So merge into me and we'll taste of promising endings Abandon a truth for a chance Abandon a touch for a taste Though I should be soaking in my own spewed sort wisdom I gather anchors I must remember... That it is their own slack to gather Oh how can I separate the weight from the weighted? Grant it to the open water