Got nothing to teach you wouldn't learn better on your own.

Not gonna hide my meaning, not gonna gladhand nor crow.

What I'm gonna do, find out what feeds upset and anger so,

What makes us blind, what makes us deaf, what makes us weak.

Down South, we were floating, in some cinderbrick building

Seagulls spirling toward the mainland, leaning into rain.

Later was so far away, seemed like having the same dream.

But one dream's not the same dream twice, now is it?

Weak with anger, weak with pride,

Weak like some oxygen-starved fool,

Weak with blindsight, weak with lies,

When I've been with you, friend, I've been weak.

BREAK

Last night, feelin' fine, and the unmapped sky was spinning.

And I realized that all moments are fresh on my cheek.

And how I keep forgetting, that time is only ours to own, up to,

And that memory of floating in that dreamy southern flat,

And if we dirty our own water, well, who's fault is that?.

Weak with loving, outside strife,

Weak we slump a dozen times, in this chromatic life.

Weak with knowing, too weak to stand

It's the strength of love that plays us off this restive land.