I don't even
Want to hear the reason
Why you won't be there
It's enough to know you're not
I can't believe the things I do for you
My heart is bending
I passed through this prism
So afraid but still attached
Life on the spokes
Your position
Seem more like conditions
Can you force your eyes
Towards the truth and stay there
Life under the thumb has tolls
That tax and waste away the best
Can you go through that prison
Soul unscathed and heart intact
Life on the spokes
Watching the clouds mass on Sunday morning
Feel your presence in the air
Watching the light scrape the empty sidewalks
Feeling like my soul's laid bare
But I still care
I don't even
Want to hear the reason
Why you won't be there
It's enough to know you're not
I can't believe the things I do for you
My heart is bending
I passed through this prism
So afraid but still attached
Life on the spokes