Lead me blind with sweet little asides,
The promises we equate to break of brittle wire and copperplate
We're moving in close, close, close, Rosa
The winning opinion's feel good host

I found a little escape
I found a little escape to the rhythm of blackened lungs,
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies

To the rhythm of blackened lungs, to the pestering melody,
To transcend into lullabies, I found a little escape

Piscea, all piano wire limbs,
Blunter than the sharps at my fingers,
These nicotine stained ivories

We're moving inside, close, clear, Rosa
In streams of my conciousness,
You soak, close, clear, Rosa

I found a little escape
I found a little escape to the rhythm of blackened lungs,
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies

To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody,
To transcend into lullabies where I've nothing to hold
Now I've nothing to hold I found a little escape