Arrested Impulse

I strike up these thoughts like a wet match
It's never quite there
Inspiration falls short as the time never helps

I close my eyes and let perfection... wash over me
I close my eyes and let, perfection, wash over me

Faking like words are enough to describe what I feel
Why, would he feel, like that?
It is simple
It just takes time for realization to set in

It just takes time, for, realization...

I wish the weather, would get better here
For our sake
I wish, the weather, would get better
Here for our sake
For our... sake

The sickening feeling, of something always going wrong

A closed eye doesn't shut anything besides light
Anything, besides, light

A hymn for the angels... listening
Please carry us untill there is nothing left