If the distance were cut in half. And you could do simpler math. If the angle were cut, I'd still appear obscure. . The closer you get to me. The further away you'll be.
It's not your stature. That tilts the scale. It's not your know-how. That whites me pale. . Haven't you noticed, I so often succumb. Playing the novice, I just suck on my thumb.
When I get out of Aberdeen one of these days. Trade in the truck and these fields of green for a ticket on the airways. I've seen pictures in magazines of skyscrapers and light displays.
Along the street, in every store. On your TV, under your door. In your face, forever more, forever more. . In a quiet hiss, or a piercing scream. When youre awake, and in your dreams.
My mother once told me. The thicker your skin. The better off you'll be when this world brings you down. Well it's trying to control me. And leave me without hope.
Tonight well move the world if you want to. My voice sounds like a thousand echoes. Spinning on the words you left with me. Thank you for the beauty you wear (and put inside me) so endlessly.
Falling down from a rooftop. I try to hold tight but I slip. And I always seem to get shelter. Distorted eyes, they will sleep alone tonight.