once i dreamed i chose your name but the system stayed the same players of a game and the weather didn t change leaving windows with a stain of movements that remained planted words within your frame and the ceilings tear away bits of paper with your name there s the beauty of a pew and the depth of mind enters you what would it be like you were living on the soft street where no one minds there s a blessing in each picture that we keep you were high on another dream consistent bound they re probably taken by their pieces now the view comes into bloom and with time it takes in room placed upon a stage slowly hours turn into days mapping lines in just one place sorries in your face the wind is soft upon your hair making waves within the air naked with you now taking nights the way they come leaving footprints as you start to run below there s nothing now you were living on the soft street where no one minds there s a blessing in each picture that we keep you were high on another dream consistent bound they re probably taken by their pieces you were living on the soft street where no one minds there s a blessing in each picture that we keep you were high on another dream consistent bound they re probably taken by their pieces you re feeling these they re awful now just stop choosing bees they ll kick you out too proud to mourn but lazy enough to stay just stop choosing bees these pieces too tough to wear you were living on the soft street where no one minds there s a blessing in each picture that we keep you were high on another dream consistent bound they re probably taken by their pieces