D=180-2r Lyrics

Spent the day chasing the sun

What does it mean

To fly by for fun?

Watching the birds

One by one

Is there any sense of direction?

At a wrong turn

Is there correction?

No need for closure

Where is connection?

Do you bleed the same as another?

The stutter till supper

Only makes me tougher

Only to rediscover

All that is green

May not be what it seems

All that is gold

Isn't what its told to be

And the grey skies

May not turn to color

To get by

Without doubt

Opened a book

"How to read hands"

High set thumb

Means that you're smart

I look past my wrist

But I don't have that

Quietly to wonder

Is there something to that?

Is this fate?

Or is this wonder?

Why to wait

You're gonna be late

Like a refracted midnight beam

All that is green

May not be

What it seems

All that is gold

Isn't what its told to be

And the grey skies

May not turn to color