Stillness

I compose, every center, every perspective
Any part is a nose
I propose, a way of looking, or a way of looking past this
Our redemption shows perfect stillness

Baby Love, is the shadow of our existence
Any wiseman knows to keep his distance
Its not enough my desire fake some illness
Every liar knows to keep his stillness
Well I am stillness

I arose from the backplate, from the blank slate
I remember smoke
And all the fires of November paint our blood on our back doors
And I remember him still at the corner
He's still at the corner

Baby time, is the shadow of our existence
Any wiseman knows to keep his distance
Its not enough my desire to fake some illness
Every liar knows to keep his stillness
Well I am stillness