LYRIC
singing out my enveloped ideas
doesn’t seem all too bad
hoping it would be easier
to sing out my enveloped ideas
stanza i:
trying pointlessly to understand
having nothing to say
just shadows what remains boxed inside
this is what i call, my enveloped ideas
singing out my enveloped ideas
doesn’t seem all too bad
hoping it would be easier
to sing out my enveloped ideas
stanza ii:
why should i carry this platter? (platter)
didn’t it just p-ss me by? (by…)
and does one cleave right on the edge? (the edge)
i have an empty dream, this here my ideas.
repeat chorus
