I See The Fog As A Clean Slate
There′s Room For Us
There's Room For AnythingThe Usual Urge I′d See Clear
A Flower For You And The Dogs Are Near

But White Light Comes From Nothing At All
For The First Time, It Feels

Good
Good To Fall Between
The Ones I Love And The Ones That Faded
He Loved Me Good Enough To Calm Me Down
But Tried To Trick Me Into Little Changes

I See The End Before It Begins
No Use To Work, No Use In Anything
A Crack In The Sky, The Heaven's Hand
A Cloud Just For You And A Place To Land

But White Noise Comes From Nothing At All
And Finally, I Feel

Good
Good To Fall Between
The Ones I Love And The Ones That Faded
He Loved Me Good Enough To Calm Me Down
But Tried To Trick Me Into Little Changes.