Kiss away the morning hours

In need of some restraint

While raised to think knowledge is power

I've come to learn it ain't

'Cause here I go when the hat drops

In the lions mouth for more

And this time there's no illusion

For what I got in store



And it comes

And it goes

And eventually slows

And we lie

And we trade

And I guess destiny is made



And I can't see why

But I do it anyway

You reap what you sew

Oh so the poets say



Well she knew my name and she came to me

And she wanted to spend some time

And she looked soft to touch so it's the same you see

I just wanted to make her mine

So there we are just standing there

Trying to figure out why we're there

Attempting some connection

While we're brave enough to care



And we try

And we fail

And oh the sirens how they wail

And it's bad

And it's good

Does it matter if we should



And I can't see why

But I do it anyway

You reap what you sew

Oh so the poets say



And I can't see why

But I do it anyway

You reap what you sew

Oh so the poets say

And I can't see why

But I do it anyway

You reap what you sew

Oh so the poets say





Words by J. Popper

Music by T. Kinchla