Weevil

Rewind to a not so blissful time Before the forward Raise an empty hand I don't recall a thing But that would be too right Time is never quite that kind A morning bed that's left behind I saw you sit...

Fallin' into zeros and ones Formin' all our futures And i feel bound To broken machines That make me see And i want to feel All the love and mystery So wont you... Take over I don't want control So...