Flora: Yield

This is the way that we

Creating in excess

Under simplicity

Searching a million steps

For what is next to me

Accepting methods to notice me falling apart

Seams drifting away and staring at me

Can we dismiss that you're just a ghost thats leading me

We're both at fault

But no one's owning up

Finding "up" is just a version of finding "down"

Proving whats "right" to us is only a feeling we decide upon

While finding out is just the same

Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought

The connection was burning red

Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent

Connection was burning red

Finding "up" is just the same as finding "down"

While time it stays, it stays the same

Could be the way that we stumbled or assembled thought

The connection was burning red

Ignites the distance between us while between us was silent

Connection was burning red