"You're gonna carry that weight..."



Staring right through the mirror
Muddy shades and dark facades.
I thought I'd swore
It'd never fade.

Oh, It stands out even more
the part of me that never saw
the rose's thorns
and the stained glass walls

A fool I am, in realization
or in that sleeping death.
Only the dead see the end
It's never really over, so rest.

See you, Space cowboy
Life is just a dream, you know?
Rest those dual colors, cowboy
you're gonna be free, I know.