False Alarms

Waiting for alphabet to place her bet
But I won't get my wish, it could be born
From all the torn pages that I
Missed the last connection here

Correction I chose to fix it
Quick before the rain puts the fire to shame
I'm not asking for more

No more false alarms
Give me open arms and
Only your simple charms are all that I want
If I was Christopher in the Thousand Acre Wood
Things might be green is such cool color for fools and others
Now I'll seek to fill the distance in what's real
Things are made, honey not you yellow money and
Not asking for more

No more false alarms
Give me open arms and
Only your simple charms
That all I want

Nothing hollow nothing borrowed
Nothing hard to follow
Illumination, consummation
Imperfection, love an affection

No more false alarms
Give me open arms and
Only your simple charms
Are all that, ohh

That's all (oh)

Misunderstandings
Perfect endings