North Shore by Ticonderoga Lyrics

As sure as the world breeds monsters
Kindness grows just as wide
Or so I read and hung upon it
My praise like southern Spanish mosses
Pride had held along its branches

So I turn my back and it feels wrong
I sleep with the furnace, it's a dry heat
Like the desert, like my head feels
When you're not staring with ruin

Each in your clearest mind
Both with your heads bowed
Eyes growing certain, eyes getting stubborn
Words less crafted, all of that which is said
Is honest but too often mentioned
As far as I could see you would be further
I only saw your quickness, invisible face like a fuzz
[?] and like an orange
I guess I could run faster