all the senseless inkling that you wear on your arrival are the blood in the veins of a stupid dream all the flowers in bloom couldn t change any horizons and it s said not only the flora will suffer when the autumn comes out greedy there s always tumult in the water there s always too much should i wait there s always tumult in the water there s always too much for me to waive for me to waive it s the coldest handshake you ve ever seen but the medal in your hand is stinging of history but the best made plans are stickin to your feet there s no surprises no surprises here all the perfume in things couldn t scent any environment that you re in that i m in that s ours all the power in gloom couldn t rein anything in and it s said not only the aura will suffer when the every day keeps dying it s the coldest handshake you ve ever seen but the medal in your hand is stinging of history but the best made plans are stickin to your feet there s no surprises no surprises here