I had been planning for a winding line to take me to a coast of dreamers.. I was careering, just flash of red running over railway sleepers.. Now I'm nearer you, I'm lifted to a higher plane,.
I was watching the moments go by. Knew one day that the feeling would come through. Leaving once has turned tame wild. Now I can't stop again, no. Be forever my true best friend.
Do you know I'm scared. Even though there's nothing there. . I'm so scared. Even though there's nothing to lose. Except my mind.
My cousin Greg. He's a greedy son of a bitch. He's making his way. From Florida up to LA. He left the tropicana. Passed through Louisiana. He laughs hard and carries on.
Make me talk and set me free. Tell me who I'm meant to be. Fake originality. Everyone is nothing. . Without assessing all the weak. Will we ever know we're able?.
Step from the dark bright ocean. Cradled by the interior wave. Under the song so long time gone. Come outnumber the days I have waited. . So many suns.
My friends, the presidents I pass away. Haunt all corners {& coroners} of my current state. In no clearer measure of my living will. This is my two dollar bill.
You're my kind, of my kind, of my kind of girl. You're my kind, of my kind, of my kind of girl. . The needle's in the groove. She's got "International Feel" on endless repeat in her room.
Alright!. I'm over by the water cooler. Listen to the chatter. While I'm working to get fired but it doesn't seem to matter. When the week is nearly through.