Wes Anderson

Those who give their eyes to see
Don’t talk to speak
Do you feel suspended in weight of everything?
‘Cause I feel suspended in weight of everything

I'm done running around
I’ve been tired long
Went away in my mind with things that fucked me up
You gotta jump with your eyes closed to see how far you’ve come, Love
I got lost in a black hole and it’s stealing all my time/light

When you think about the afterlife
I’ll be waiting under Autumn skies

Empathy too pure for words
Deep indigo dreamer
Gracefully, it went away leaving a dull fade
Falling, I saw pretty things now disappearing

Wes Anderson
I spend my nights with You, flowers, and gin
Chasing a train I know will never end
Grateful the magic in your mind exists

If you make it through the other side
I’ll be waiting under Autumn skies