كلمات Cease To Know

Why does the color Move away from my mind The first place I rest Is the last of its kind Growing my thoughts On tethers borrowed by time My eyes choose to blur And my body unwinds There's feelings I've left In the past I would guess That they weren't fulfilled Or that they were a mess Now the energy in All the things that I touch Controlling my mind Making me think too much I'll have to have problems With the things that I know I'll go to the movies I won't lose control I've come to see you on I've come to see you on I've come to see you on I've come to see you on