Dark Obsession - Caravels

All around, pictures of craters

With crooked necks and teeth

Hands glued to glass

Sweaty palms gaping through windows

Walk slow with cement for feet

Straight cautious steps

Paperweights taking up space

Littering sidewalks and streets

Still so empty

Boy you wanted to see everything from above

And you can’t picture it any other way

Now you’re fastened to the ground stuck looking up

And you can’t help but feel like you’ve been misplaced

Your life’s not half bad

Shouldn’t you be thankful for that

That it’s only half

Time has passed but you’re still the same

Pushing it aside waiting till it’s too late

Time has passed but you’re still the same

Pushing it aside waiting till it’s too late

Forgetting faces, making this one count

Turn for the worst, won’t turn it around

Forgetting faces, making this one count

Turn for the worst, won’t turn it around

This life is finite, it’s days are numbered, they’re numbered

Was it something less than intended

Said you’ll figure it out along the way, along the way

This life is finite