Our Bodies Will Never Be Found

A serpent feeling when you walk and the snow remembers

Every step a trail of thought and introspection

I can’t sleep today

Got feelings but I don’t know how hard they are to trace

A lucid dream a quarry of thoughts for my taking

Simple sounds that make up noise a static prison

I don’t know the name for feeling this deranged

I got to make the right impression

This is the moment of our lives

I’m going to store it in my mind

Bottle your echo for a keepsake

Drink voice numb the heartache

And our bodies will never be found

Were more beautiful on our own

And this is our lifestyle

A tempered reason a vanished thought a rescue mission

I quicken pace so as not to distort the initial vision

How hard it is to learn the meanings and the words