Recollections - Night Moves

Gonna take just a trip to feel out what I’ve been trying to hide

I don’t know, how it happened

Gonna glean now a new kind of proof that is likely all I’ve needed to move

All I know is I can take it

Recollections that I hardly want to be done

All I know is I’ve been mistaken

…And to think about the times that I could not change, ohhh

Tell me when you want to ride

Throw it all away at times

Hung upon the setting sun

Show me your lies, pale sleaze, blank cry

Anything would be alright

Shuffling through your disguise

Gonna make just a wish to plead that the stillness doesn’t come to ring

But that I can paint it

I’m burning out

Well is running dry

Can’t imagine why

Showing me truth, salt breeze, clay shrine

Revelation screened

Painted on as though they seem

And it’s all of, all of your own

Recollections that I hardly want to be done, all I know is I’ve been mistaken

And it’s all of, all of your own

Recollections that were once seen have been undone

And it’s all of, all of your own

All of, all of, on your own