From the forthcoming Joe Cyrus album, 'The Space Between Thoughts'
Verse 1
I woke up in the early morning
It's the same old fucking story
Life can be forever boring
Living like the last day
Workin til my bones are torn
and broken by the frozen storm
of hopin for a moment more
of livin in a past day
Thrown into the broken mold
Alone to be a fallin clone
Ahold, inside a stolen home
While living will just pass me
Prone to rome alone and
While my nose is froze in "prone" (position)
I found a rose unfold a poem
and deliver as my last chance
"Stop all the talkin"
it told me
"stop and just watch 'it'
The moment's not to be offered
It's only gone if we drop it"
If homies are prophets
Lowly songs are responses
to all we see and believe
in this holiest nonsense
Come...to the otherside of time
Where the mind will die
but there's something that survives
The love inside's alive
if you sit inside the quiet
of the vibe and smile...
(Listen)
