False Alarms

Waiting for alphabet to place her bet

But I won't get my wish, it could be born

From all the torn pages that I

Missed the last connection here

Correction I chose to fix it

Quick before the rain puts the fire to shame

I'm not asking for more

No more false alarms

Give me open arms and

Only your simple charms are all that I want

If I was Christopher in the Thousand Acre Wood

Things might be green is such cool color for fools and others

Now I'll seek to fill the distance in what's real

Things are made, honey not you yellow money and

Not asking for more

No more false alarms

Give me open arms and

Only your simple charms

That all I want

Nothing hollow nothing borrowed

Nothing hard to follow

Illumination, consummation

Imperfection, love an affection

No more false alarms

Give me open arms and

Only your simple charms

Are all that, ohh

That's all (oh)

Misunderstandings

Perfect endings