Blowing smoke rings into the October sky
Dim memories haunt me failure to reply
I’m playing tug of war with the souls of my feet
Static stare in limbo
Fond memories haunt me failure to reply
I may just be treading water
But it seems to me that I’m getting farther away from you
If only my demons were here to inspire me
Primitive soul still passion desires me
I may just be treading water
But it seems to me that I’m getting farther away from you
Habits inhabit the strangest of places
Leaving behind the emptiest of spaces
Lightning strikes go ahead throw your dice away
I’ve already lost the fight and I’m in the fray
Spades high spirits dry out of sight out of mind
Spades high spirits dry out of sight out of mind