brass tax

I'll choose my next words carefully To keep this focused on you I know you've been trying To bring it into view And I gotta say I've been squinting too After all that we denied rushed back through After all that was implied came looking for you Sinking lower to the tide in crepuscule hues But I am ready for the ride, yeah yeah yeah We f*ck up And then we repent We clean up So we can make messes again I'm a bird without a tree On a highway stretch, you're passing me And I reach as far back as I can In the throes of my mind If I figure out this high-wire act I know I'll be fine I'll be alright Yeah I'll be fine I'll be alright You're a moss covered shrine With a thousand blinking eyes I'm a bird without a tree When you left, you planted a seed After all that we denied rushed back through After all that was implied came looking for you Sinking lower to the tide in crepuscule hues But I am ready for the ride, yeah yeah yeah And I reach as far back as I can In the throes of my mind If I figure out this high-wire act I know I'll be fine