sharpen my body like a pen come on i need to show it something too small for a lense if i rub it if i wipe it guiding with one single hand nothing s wrong you like the feeling i am all over the land come on i need to show it back on the mountain again i was standing watching seasons you re now my only friend i m too heavy i m the burden sitting and picking on myself it s a shiny shiny morning and when the light finds my eye i ll be fleeting like a scent i hold my breath and then count to three on and on outworn must be five hundred degrees can t sail on outworn i hold my breath and then count to three on and on outworn must be five hundred degrees will it show in my show