Pinemaple

Prism's light illuminates my wounds, but prison lights are dim

Tide comes in, tide goes out

Regret the things you forgot about

Prism's light illuminates my wounds, but prison lights are dim

I'm a skipping stone through a doorway

Yeah

Climbing hills just for the view

Roll back down and get stains on your shoes

Try your best to remember the good times

And take a blow torch to the bad times

Prism's light illuminates my wounds, but prison lights are dim