I took the photograph to prove the purpose here. I've never felt so clear. I tend to lose my place.
Under the front lines, the nervous atmosphere, prolong the evidence, we merely wash away.

I can see clear from miles away. It's not who we were, who we are today. It's all who you know.

We've got to take it back. Kill the radio. We've got to sing out loud. We all know we've got to let it go.

I had my second dream of this newest year. Another vision here, I seem to melt away.
We walk the fine line between the bold and brave and still the silent heart could prove the only way.

I'm down on second street to find who, what, or when. I stand beside myself beneath the crooked smile.