The Realist

You know I dream in Morse Code And I've seen my fate in the veins of a marble seat White and blue This lonely tightrope is hard Enough Don't pull me down And just like every seed Every moth needs a flame Patterns fit I like pixels in my blueprint And I found hope in the brushstroke Of a messed up peace Hanging in plain view This lonely tightrope is hard Enough Don't pull me down And just like every seed Every moth needs a flame Every moth Every moth Every moth Needs a flame