Name Begins In The War

My name has a story in the war
Gotta meet those wanderin' eyes
At the front of the door
Stripping it back down in your head
With your chute
Bridgin' the gap 'tween what you say and what you do

My name has a story in the war
Gotta fill that empty space
Between the near and the core
Stripping it back down with your head
Dangerous moves
Top of a [?] might hit the sky
Gray shoes

Ahh
Feel that pull
I'm pushing back every day
Don't know the half of it, uh
Until we meet a new face
So why, why?
I often wonder
What does it really mean to say?

And through a room
A picture taken just before the storm
A glimpse into thе marrow of your bones
I hold my breath in the night 'til it's gonе
I cannot describe it

Oh, Sundays hit the palms at the shore
Take a look at the empty space
In your palms, in your pores
Over and over again, my friend
Deja Vu
Cannot identify the source
Ancient wounds

My name has a story in the war
Take a look at the empty space
In your palms, in your pores
I don't wanna be in that hair like you do
Shit, it's automatic
Muscles collide quick and smooth (Ahh)
Feel that pool
I'm pushin' back every day
Don't know the half of it, uh
Until we meet a new face
So why, why?
I often wonder
What does it really mean to say? (and through a room)

A picture taken just before the storm
A glimpse into the marrow
I hold my breath in the night 'til it's cold
Cannot describe it (and through a room)
A picture taken just before the storm
A glimpse into the marrow of your bones
I close my eyes as I shut off the lights
I throw my weight to the bloodthirsty night
Final convictions