Plot

Along the lines of your stubble
I trace the curves 'til I can't no more
If it's not too much trouble
You can show me the shapes
That you plot at your garden

I can't remember
The last time that I felt
So undiscovered
Oh with eyes closed
The colors have bled away

I've seen as much as I can
It just don't show all the shades
That they used to
For forty days and nights
I [?] over and over and over

Over and over and over