Beast On Beast

When you go off into the air you can’t help but become
A floating poem, a concept tangled up in some kind of star stuff
A “hello” from a pair of lungs
I left Oregon on a cloud of hope

That once we were gone the time would move so slow
Life would be long enough to get to know how to get on
But the seams are worn with threats to open up
I was never made of stuff tough enough
I’m just beast on beast stacked up to the sky
With the bottom ones sinking into the mire

You’ll find a song for everybody I have ever touched
But stones unturned cover up how a blood river runs into some far and blurred beyond
But the seams are worn with threats to open up
I was never made of stuff tough enough
I’m just beast on beast stacked up to the sky
With the bottom ones sinking into the mire