Mone

I’m not afraid to let myself go
And when I sleep this whole entire time when children cry
This hole that’s been inside throughout my life
I learn to fill it up with your collisions
The younger ones make me feel whole
The more we sleep, the more I fold into expanse
Bluish in shadow
Seeking the mountain air
In search of love this whole entire time when weather crumbles
In love with simple things from such collisions
The younger ones make me feel whole
The more we sleep, the more I fold into expanse
The hollow ones breathe down my spine
The more we try, the more I fail
This is ground control to Major Tom
Wait, Tom I’m sorry
The younger ones make me feel whole
The more we sleep, the more I fold into expanse
The hollow ones breathe down my spine
The more we try, the more I fail