Melting Grid

[Verse 1]
Paper that's quick to burn, and the cinnamon peeler
Beetles crushed that dye the carmine, well, I exist to be dreaming still
Kansas, Arkansas, my fields they're always rich and in fire
Long work labor not worth our minds
And I long forgotten the feeling of silence

[Chorus 1]
And if the roses need not tending
Until, until noon I'd sleep
Never could I have gone on that way
Because money's not the thing that's ever given me sight

[Verse 2]
Colorado, Wyoming, Helena into the Evergreen
And the wilds washed all thought of endeavor that was left in me

[Chorus 2]
And would you ask my permission
The next time you absorb me?
Preserve my memory of the mystic west
As I lay no claim to the devotion I felt

[Verse 3]
Our conversation, it banks in me
And I had almost forgotten the nature of dawn
I thought of it for days after, even months after the moments were gone

[Chorus 3]
But I'd get so lonely inside that room
No matter who would ever wait for me
I get so lonely inside that room
No matter who would ever wait for me