Triangle (Remastered)

Feeling

Just

Little down

Nothing I

Can wrap reasons around

But I can ignore

I

Look real hard

And make perfect triangles

Out of every three stars

Sometimes

I

Make burns on my arms

'Cause it moves that feeling

From my heart

To my arms

And I'm driving and it

Keeps me awake

I have so many more

Triangles to make

Now that

I

Have planted the seed

Maybe those triangles

Will form

Without me

Surround the world

In their

Crystalline ache

And freeze the heroes

Into glassy mosaics