A Ceiling Dreams of A Floor - No Age

Where does the body stop?

I’m so weakened

An objects and the structure become fulfilled again

Built to begin

Descend when it can stand

Material can’t bend it falls onto itself again

Failure’s just a fraying that forms

Saving is so from hell

How the body hides it well

A soul learns its body

A building learns its soul

How will you hold onto your body?

The structure won’t let go