No Object - Fold In Lyrics

Grey, the brush stroke
Sky blew past the
Right place at the right time
It makes so much sense
The arrogance can mask a vapid message
Convince you that it's spilling past
The edge of the canvas
Bad art's a beaten in disguise
In case you haven't seen it
Full clouds of phases falling
From you as you walk
I fall away, I fall away, I fall away
Without it
That foggy daisy chain
That breaks against my jaw

Don't look away
Looking for the ideal timing
Fix and break it open again
Fold in worn corners
Re-punch the binding
But don't write the end