The Price Of Spring

close up the door of abandoned self-control it's like a show where the maps will all unfold don't tell me why there is a price of spring uncover other things the leaves to lie marked by new growth making circles with a pen of all unknowns can we wait until the end don't tell me why there is a price of spring uncover other things the leaves to lie i'll admit to half that should make your map these words hang frozen and swollen and still right here i open and close up my will so there's not one thing til there's not one thing