Stickin’

All the senseless inkling
That you wear on your arrival
Are the blood in the veins
Of a stupid dream

All the flowers in bloom
Couldn't change any horizons
And it's said
Not only the flora will suffer
When the autumn comes out greedy

There's always tumult in the water
There's always too much
Should I wait?
There's always tumult in the water
There's always too much
For me to waive
For me to waive

It's the coldest handshake you've ever seen
But the medal in your hand is stinging of history
But the best made plans are stickin' to your feet
There's no surprises
No surprises here

All the perfume in things
Couldn't scent any environment
That you're in
That I'm in
That's ours

All the power in gloom
Couldn't rein anything in
And it's said
Not only the aura will suffer
When the every day keeps dying

It's the coldest handshake you've ever seen
But the medal in your hand is stinging of history
But the best made plans are stickin' to your feet
There's no surprises
No surprises here