eureca

Street lights are no guarantee
From assassins in the dark,
You are one false move,
From losing everything you are,
Sat along a busy wall of senses
It's a smoke screen..
And with slight trepidation
It must of eluded your memory
It must of eluded your memory..

A crystal ball, that shines and glows out
We pray and we hope for something..
Maybe we'll see it one last time..
Maybe we'll feel it one last time..

You're not alone in feeling,
Fragile and half confused,
A heightened sense of inability
You're tirelessly unaware,
Precariously, you hold out your hand,
Without hazard lights,
The translation is to either sink or swim..
Is to either sink or swim..

A crystal ball, that shines and glows out
We pray and we hope for something..
Maybe we'll see it one last time..
Maybe we'll feel it one last time..

Maybe it's too hard to admit..

You have no control..
You have no control..
You have no control..
You have no control..