Behold the new, one gradually opened
After the monsoon, see the world in color
With a bag full of flesh and bruises
Old tracks and numbness
Gray and sticky, but we take it out on Friday
And it's old news carried on the way down
Good news, leave it on the way out
Butterfly misses the cocoon, cause it was easier
The spectrum gets wider, going gets dirtier
Measure time by the anniversaries
The fucked up holidays
Blank space between one and the other
It's old news carried on the way down
Good news, leave it on the way out
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Oooooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooooo
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Don't need to be so careful now
Blossoming gossamer world
What more can you put on me now?
Dear friend in the northwest
Everything's going to shit, but I think you're killing it
Take it slow, really just feel the flow
Just want you to know, you're in for the show
