Subtle a waves in motion.. Shape is borrows and alder ground.. Where our lives are gold.. Stuck in the door.. . Here we go. Our minds recoil.. Out of control, in this spinning wheel..
Run within us, run with spite. Set your eyes upon it. With you aggrieved, I see through your eyes. I need, I will not be the fallen. . From this mosses basket.
You relate through the bloodline. When you can never take anything that I give. Always wanting to relate through me. I go watch you, slowly slip away.
For what it's worth, I feel it slip away. I've become immune, woke up in a daze. Show me what you mean. . Take away from me, everything I have. Everything I need, suck me dry.
I'm onto you, I've seen your ways. Show yourself better than what you make believe. All I hear is the sound of sleep. Deafening comfort in the arms of sweet dreams.
Not ever. No never. Not ever will the know this love. . What they wanted was a sign. That they could hear everlasting. I refrain they sing aloud to. .
In your own state of mind. All you fear now is won. A conscious world will spin you. In and out of time. . Lend your breath to broken sail. Hands up in my blunted nail.
You said just show me what you want to be. I will never stand in your way. Take it back and then you say again. Tell me what you want to be?. I will never stand in your way.
I couldn't hide my face to claim my innocence. I wouldn't have the sense to keep going on. Maybe I'm just too proud to stand in your defense. Still I feel the pull of hidden wires.
So if you like the sound. Of the glass that breaks against the wall. I'd trade it all for several pieces of your anger. I am the interest of your heart.
Are you willing to choose what I have in my mind?. Say it loud, with a voice of no reason in mind. I suppose this question will be answered. . And I suppose the answer's here to save us.
Hopeless in deep space. You made us wait like you used to. I was an utter disgrace. You made us sing "hallelujah". . And now it's all gone. Every time we tried.
This is my sense of reality. This is proof of my coming of age. This is truth in captivity. This is Lucidi Ophthalmology. . I, I'm a soul taker. I'm a cruel, witted mind.
I think there's a pulse. But I don't remember feeling. Anything close to this. And I don't know if it's worthwhile. But I hope so. 'Cause I don't feel so well.
If we live to see another year. Well it didn't make much room for it. So they say. No, it wouldn't change a single thing. We live every other day like every other day.
Is time standing still. Or is today in my imagination. Everything seems out of place. And it's so very cold, so very cold. . I Had to come back. To see again the place that I remember.
The shadows fall. Another day of make-believe. Dreaming while your winter closes in. So all you do is wait and you think. Maybe you tried too hard. Or pushed too far.
Here it comes. Can you feel it. Can you see it. . How do you feel about this. And would you please explain. Sure of the future aren't you. I hope you're right.
Going up, coming down. And she counts every day by the number of times. Waking up with the tears still in her eyes. Going up, coming down. No-one said that this life would be easy.
Every night I walk through the same dream. Silver sand beneath my feet. So sweet the air that I breathe. Can't forget what I have seen. . Searching for a reason to be here.