When things are outta whack and they might collapse. And at the end of the day you still can't relax. And physically you ache like a cavity feelin' the bind.
Oh, oh. There's always an excuse when you need one. There's always an excuse when you need one, ah. Always a reason for someone, ooh. . There's always an excuse when you need one.
It's like I stepped into a dream. I think you know what I mean. A reality break to a place unseen things. Come alive stupefied mind quarantined. From sleeping then awaken to somewhere in between.
I need a break something inside me said. From TV people counting the dead. A break from all this sadness is what I. Need now, yeah. . I've an ache and a loss for words.
We could say it's just how it is. And how it always will be. And believe, things will never change. As far as we can see. It's a disaster and it doesn't matter.
People sing about the coming of spring. But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain. It's insane and I'm still in the same gang. The way the weather act's it's a shame okay.
Returning from the water, cold, alive, and shining. Rock a mike in the afterlife while your moon is rising. Heatin' up, forcing steam, whirling to be seen.
I'm jumping off a cliff into the Milky Way. Caution to the wind with what I'm gonna say. I dip into a song, a song I speak in front of you. A song long to see it's overdue.
I've been spinning in circles. Stuck in a state of contemplate. By the time that you hear this it will be too late. May not do a bit of good. But I cannot stay in a hopeless way.
Rifling through the pictures of you. I can finally tell. They develop well. The tale I see. It tells my favorite story. Of friction and glory. . Breaking the cast.
You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady. My name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick. And I'm what you might call a heretic. And I am from Nebraska. My girl is satisfied, you can ask her.
There's something in my eye. Well, there's something in my throat. Oh, maybe I'm not the man I used to be before. Although I'm feeling strong. It's the bed where I belong.
Torment, Sorrow, Misery, Strife,. . Screaming all away, to the dieing of the light:. . Under dock of metal gray,. I want skies of ink and blue. . In this dark familiar place.
Well she said, baby,. Come on and take my hand. You know that lately. You've been my only man. . And all that I wanted. Is for you to see. Come on now, my love.
Oh, if you say that you are over me. Then I guess I'm over you. And if you've found out why it hurts so bad. Then let me find out too. . I never learned about the endings.
You fools try to live with yourselves. Through other peoples dreams. It's a pity you don't listen to yourselves. Just to your next of kin. Judging people putting down their beliefs.
Something is missing around here. Surrounded by tragical memories. That pushes me out of the too small bed. In a too small house. . Pieces of the shelter is missing.
Seven years alone. One less and she was gone. And everybody knows by now. They're tired of me whining. . But I'm hole now. I'm hole because she's strong.
I told your face it looked like hell. You slapped me red and ran away. Said youll never come back. While Im around. . I said Im sad. Im sad its at. Im sad its at.
In a car. Not her own. Owned by someone called her man for all time. On her way. To a house. To a couple she call sir and dear mom. She's afraid. It's her plan.