All these visions in my head. Should've gone to bed before the water shed. Some are live and some are dead. Makes no difference when they're in your head, head.
You can't do everything at once but you can do anything you want. Your autonomy can't be brought into question by anything. 'til you turn around and say that every year is like a day.
Everyday faces that say hello. Everyday faces that come and go. Everyday faces that stay the same. Everyday day after day. . There was a day. When all everything changed.
A little piece of everything. That's ever been or will. Is shining for you still. Look up. . Start from start, and try again. To see it through the smoke.
Everything is open, nothing is set in stone. Rivers turn to ocean, oceans tide you home. Home is where the heart is but your heart had to roam. Drifting over bridges never to return watching bridges burn.
Don't be shy just let your feelings roll on by. Don't wear fear or nobody will know you're there. Just lift your head, and let your feelings out instead.
Nothing's wrong, nothing's right. There's no obvious solution to this plight. Keep it locked, out of sight. Even then it's just a matter of time, uh oh.
Dear diary, what is wrong with me?. 'Cause I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid, help is on its way. A sentence suspended in air, way over there.
How many times have you walked through my door. How many times have you heard my song before. How many lines until the end of time. These are the days of our lives.
Never see you comin' around. They know they got their heads screwed on. I'm standin' in the middle of town. I know I might never come home. . Just standin' where I am with all the people passing by me.
Now people always come around. But they don't always stick around. I run a comb across my head. I wish my hair would settle down. . A clock I see is running slow.
I'm in love with everything. With every face I've ever seen. And every place I've ever been. Has left its mark upon my worries. . I color in the world I see.
I've had enough of this parade. I'm thinking of the words to say. We open up unfinished parts. Broken up, its only luck. . And when I see you then I know it will be next to me.
If you find the time to get away. Opportunity may come your way. You can take a bus or catch the train. Let me tell you now you'll want to stay. Sky was brown.
The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road. And he watched as the sun went down. Falling on the building, swallowing the children. .
Each time you go away. Part of you turns to gray. The jingle of the chains. Singled, rearrange. . Broken mirror steal my reflection. Tell me what you see.
When everything. When everything was out of reach. The sky was up. The ground was right below our feet. . We played in boxes. We played in boxes. Cardboard boxes.
When tomorrow becomes yesterday. You need a sixth sence. When the ground don't swallow you up. There's such a silence ,Oh no. It doesn't need anybody to mess you up.
Saturday evening, Saturday evening, a quarter to five. Oh, we see him arrive at the door. Pushed you aside as he staggered inside. Spitting alcohol over the floor, a storm is a-brewing.
And you know that I heard everything about you. And that's why it's quite hard to get through this alone. You're the only one I can talk to about it. In my darkest night, I will be on my own.