As the clouds below are gently unaware that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas oh my, i've written one too many lies this time muscles as sore as the loser I am brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back write as the reader you are until the end of all time i hid my face in your dress to act as my disquise to hide the face that in 13 years i would see my own damn eyes brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back write as the reader you are until the end of all time