Searching For - Quilt

Plastic leaves and whitened teeth

Are littering the floor

All these screens, the disparate themes

«What do you adore?»

The violet light that angles me

Composes my decor

Searching for a better way

Not to feel so torn

I’ve been tired searching for

I’ve been tired searching for

Tired wreaths, worn memories

And writing on the floor

Chelsea runs and asks of me

«What are these wrists for?»

The city kids were lost for weeks

Pushed out the door

Searching for a better way

Not to feel so torn

I’ve been tired searching for

I’ve been tired searching for

She, she can’t remember when

She felt her own age

She didn’t need to live

On her own stage

She, she can’t remember when

She felt her own age

She didn’t need to live

On her own stage

Chelsea sits and begs of me

«Oh, what do I live for?»

I am now remembering

But always so unsure

Crazy man, he laughs at me

He’s pointing out the door

There’s nothing but transparent breeze

«What do you want more?»

I’ve been tired searching for

I’ve been tired searching for

I’ve been tired searching for

I’ve been tired searching for