The Grand Design

Be a man don't let them know you
Feathers covering a knife
In my head I hear the sirens and I
Hide beneath your summer sky

Be a man don't cry I love you
Don't reveal your heart's a mess
They know you've bled and it's a poison yea
To fear they think of you as less

And all this time, all this time
I walk the line, I walk the line
I undermine, I undermine
Myself and mind, myself and mind

Angel eyes and silver linings
Failed to balance out the stress
Turn the key the door behind me - Father
Please I got things to confess

And all this time, all this time
I draw a line, I draw a line
A grand design, the grand design
Of my own decline, my own decline

Oh I wanna smell the roses
I don't wanna race or dream
I don't wanna find no answers no no
I just wanna turn to a gleam

Be a man don't let them know you
Feathers covering a knife
In my head I hear the sirens and I
Hide beneath your summer sky

Oh I wanna smell the roses
I don't wanna race or dream
I don't wanna find no answers no no
I just wanna turn to a gleam

Oh I wanna smell the roses
I don't wanna race or dream
I don't wanna find no answers no no
I just wanna turn to a gleam