You're woven into my thoughts, You're the first thing that I think of when I wake, And you're with me as I fall asleep. How quickly things change, And how suddenly, A quilt of love takes shape. Flying over the streets laughing, The wind rising, Piece a stoge with the lord, High up in a tree. Ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon. Took a leap of faith and crashed into the park, Coated in the dust of a come down cheap, I thought i'd found peace, I thought i'd found peace. You see my eyes are bloodshot? I slam my fists into the wall. And take the quilts that bind us: It's no one's fault. Out of my control, Its the root of my affliction, The root of my lament. Out of my control, A quilt of love takes shape. Look here, I wear all my thoughts and fears, On my sleeve for all to see. Sometimes I don't know where I'm going- Where I'm going- That's alright.