Sever

Might looks so grand from a distance that you need to touch

It gives a vision of the simple but it isn't much

I won't be fooled by it's touch or emotional supply

The scent of the fair and heavy allure will dry

The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by ones' eye

It's why we can't ally and elope to wry

Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play

To be accepted I must blend into convention's way

And sing in universal ways

I won't be fooled by it's touch or emotional supply

The scent of the fair and heavy allure will dry

The cold and the bare grasped so delicate by ones' eye

It's why we can't ally and elope to wry