It's all my fault for thinking I could have you once and that's all it would take to fill me up. By now I've tasted everything, but somehow I still hate to see the bottom of my cup.
Can't seem to shake the shadow. That's stapled to my feet. I've peeled it off so many times. But now it feels just like a part of me. Even surgery won't fix, oh well.
I'm a clumsy kid holding a baby. In a third-world waiting room. Almost every time that I'm with you. So maybe you should wear a shell. That says, "Handle with care, or else!".
And you were unexpected. But not unwelcome. 'Cause you can wake me anytime. When I stumbled to the door. Glad to let you in from. The middle of this winter night.
Seemed like a chill swept the room. As you slowly broke the news. And shock spread across each face. Disbelief is soon replaced with blank stares. Into nowhere.
What a wonderful place. With the clouds beneath. And the world forgotten. Where beauty finds a home. Like the skin on my bones. And the wonder on my face.
With morning hair I lie and stare. At the time through glassy eyes. And I'd love to stay in disarray. But the sun had the nerve to rise. . And I smile proud to please the crowd.
"We can still be friends". That's the consolation prize you gave me. In hushed tones over gourmet coffee. And I mean no offense. But you were quite a waste of time and money.
So if you wanna' kill me now, feel free. 'Cause they will put me in the ground with possibilities. But if you're gonna' take me out. Would you do it quick.
My old drummer Josh gettin' married same month as the new one. Scared me just a bit, but it was no surprise. Found and lost his hand on a woman heart.
Some said, it's nothing but a story. Some swore, it's all just old man's fairy tales. Beware, she's come to claim her glory. Here comes the stormchild.
The grin was not a smile, the wolf was not your friend. The grip is not of love nor hate. It's got you on your knees, it's whispering in your head. It'll see to that you meet your end.
I remember, I recall. Like it was yesterday. As I drag the ball and chain. . Lifetime has gone, no parole. There's no getaway. Time be done, my dying day.
The wind's blowing ashes. The sky's filled with dust. Too scared to run. But God knows we must. Missed our last ride to a safe haven. . Caught in a landslide.
Do you like what you see?. Do you like what you see?. . I was taking off, I was leaving ground. I was rocketing the blue skies. With my engines roaring.
See the skies. See the sheep, the clouds, the meadow. Learning new wonders every day. . See the woods. Tune your ears to the sounds of nature. I hope that when I'm gone they'll still be there.
Boy selling papers. Caught a glimpse behind the scenes. Saw they had more. Than he had ever dreamed. . Their suits were tailormade. Their boots were shining clean.
Among the masses raging on a balcony. He talks about a paradise not meant for all. His voice is spreading poison. That target generation who never get old.
I have drifted along the rivers. Now I've found my destiny. Of my sins, I can be delivered. I have felt, I've caused this dream. . Dying like September.