I'm remembering the words inside my head. I heard them yesterday. A whisper telling me that life waits up ahead. Beyond the day to day. . Through this world will hand me my fair share of pain.
Standing over my garden I look down. And disappointment overcomes me. The tears that formed are now falling from my eyes. And watering the ground around me.
For so long we walk in darkness. Hoping to find the way. But without something or someone to guide us. We stumble blindly day after day. . So He lights candles in hopes that we'll see.
One more death defying trick up your sleeve. Can you make it disappear?. Turn the skeptic into one who believes. Until I'm in the clear. . Help me, I'm falling.
She takes the six o'clock train. It's off to work and then home again. She wonders if this will ever change. Clutching her pillow, she hides in a dark.
Do you feel like you wake up everyday. To watch your life slide right by. Is it slipping away. Does the question call to your mind. Are you just doing time.
This was not my idea. No I would not have though of this. Though I admit there was evidence. Surely not enough to convince. That a man was not his own.
Just when you think you've seen it all. You find the question. Looming like a shadow overhead. Reawakens your obsession. To find the truth and put your doubts to bed.
9:20 in the valley of the sun. Construction lights burn out on the 101. There's a restless feeling in the center of my soul. That won't let go now. . Once again I am feeling the pain.
Daddy never cried, he just turned away. Never showed the side that was soft as clay. What a weak reply. You live inside a blanket of blame. . Why would you need a gift of pardoning.
Too many hearts on too many strings. We could cut them down. But instead we let them hang in the breeze. Oh, my brother tell me why?. . And why is my sister down on her knees.
The roof caved in. And the walls crumbled. And their I stood exposed. Clutching my chest in fear. How'd I end up here. . Bad decisions one right after the other.
I am more than this flesh and bone. By myself I wander the streets alone. But when my dream is over and morning creeps on in. I pull the covers back and I feel your warmth again.
Cornered at a costume ball. By a handful of disguises. So I tried them all on. And they were all the right sizes. I wore them obliviously. Though they would choke the life from me.
I believe I could see my life clearer. Walking in Amsterdam. There's an ocean between. Who I am and who I was?. Walking in Amsterdam. . Now I run. Everyone of my days have become.
Nothing I can say. Will matter anyway. Just a vain display. With me in the middle. . No more empty words. Will anymore be heard. All my rhymes and verbs.
I'm already I'm already. I'm already I'm already. . Tonight could be. The last time I see the stars shining on me. If its so I won't run. It's already done.
IQ - Zero Hour. . Yesterday is up for auction. Souvenirs are in demand. In the rooms where rocking horses. Carried us on moonlit strands. Thunder crash and flash of lightning.
I am just a small town boy. But don't hold that against me. Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank. But really I'm OK. Should I stop or should I go. I'm full of indecision.
I am just a small town boy. But don't hold that against me. Mum's a lawyer, Dad's got a bank. But really I'm OK. Should I stop or should I go. I'm full of indecision.