All the wrecks inside, seem to seep right in Through the pores of a normal everyday man Wakes to small bare trees and november leaves When in fact its the warm sunny spring time Don't blow it away son Neutral feeling glide, through the reeling Hide all your fears inside of each other Wakes to pouring rain, and the icy plains When in fact its the glorious springtime Don't blow it away son All the wrecks inside seem to seep right in Through the pores of a normal everyday man Once your vision sees what the others see Won't awake to be what we'd hoped to see Once your vision sees what the others see Maybe then we could split apart the meanings Won't awake to be what we'd hoped to see