I’m an automatic door waiting for the store to close,

shes a wild fire rose growing for someone she knows,

the fox pounces in and makes quick conversation,

my patience weighs thin when I reach my exasperation.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

The window begins to close, let the rabbits in,

stormy shadows aren’t skipping here,

the desprate wind blows the time is near ,

what the end brings is never clear.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.

Waiting for something that might never be,

waiting for someone that we may never see,

the time we shared you know I teared, you know

that it was torn, every day we breathe at least

we performed.

The ones who know, are under known and the ones

who show never know, the ones who care are never there

why the ones who fear are never scared.