My lines are crossed with wayward frowns,
You're across the room looking down.
Does it matter if the beginning's at the end?
I'll push a little harder on the walls behind the bay,
These army tanks are just a shell for a turtle in the day.
When the war is just a coin toss, there's nothing to defend.
Is it lost when I am found, the prayers inside the tales.
We're make believe and struggling to stay on these rough rails.
Don't be a stranger in a coffin of a bad yellow and blue blend.
A little closer to the roof and the house will cave right in,
I haven't asked your name, this is how we begin.
Hold my lips and kiss my hand, why won't you be my friend?
