Friend (in a Sycamore Tree)

When he's in my arms From journeys across a far stretched land (Through pastures) This god of a man But he bows to the dog before him And I to the rhythm Songs that he played made a hymnal (I'm sorry) His golden brown skin I paint his nails chrome When I hug him tight, he's hugging me tighter He's been my friend (Thoughts that I left at the end of every night) You know we'll be alright You know we'll be alright Come down where it's gentle Every single nightmare is fueled by the fear I swear to god it's always been here Right here Every tire is tired From the thousands of miles I sped through Praying my hand would steer But he only knows me when I lived with no devotion But it's my prayer I have a breath to follow every pinch of paranoia P-paranoia Paranoia (Kiss me) Goodbye, I gotta go Watch when I shotgun your hit of weed I won't exhale anything I'm letting it settle Come down from that tree It's the devil Gentle Gentle Gentle, gentle Gentle Thoughts that I left at the end of every night You know we'll be alright You know we'll be alright (Promise it's gentle) Ow