Do you wake up without speaking?. Outside in a shallow state of mind. You come down, you're slipping on your feelings. This breakdown may one day lead to healing.
It's getting late in the evening (and I really don't mind at all). And I'm grateful one more time. Wish I could freeze this feeling (before the stars burn out and fall).
Prisoner to the chains of time. Life just seems to slip away. Guided by the eyes of the blind. In time it darkens the day. . I open my eyes to the dawn.
If you will find life unkind in your time. Well, it's alright. If you will sell all yourself for something else. Well, it's not right. . You gotta get on.
Nausea comes creeping like a dog. Falling down now and sleeping like a log. The leaders are speaking in parables and lies. Buy another heaven, eat the pie in the sky.
Step out on the water. I sink down farther. I try my best to imagine you. Beautiful. . Head to head in a corner. We breathe in the moment. I lose myself in your glassy blue.
Groovy little daddy left home, have you seen him?. Groovy little brother blowing his mind. Groovy little momma got her eyes on Jesus. Groovy little sister says it's all fine.
Ring a ring around the rosie. Got a pocket full of smiles. Take all the lies you could have told me. Dress them up in style. . I find myself adrift on a frozen sea.
This damaged world can change you. Break you open, spill you to the ground. It leaves you stranded, empty handed. Hits you when you're down. . Try and hold it back.
Neat man. Screaming at your pretty believers. Such a sweet man. You sell the truth like a cheap deceiver. . Well, you play on souls. With your idiot conversation.
Shove my soul inside of a bottle. All tattooed in black and blue. The heart is hard and the mind is hollow. Choke on the crumbs that fall from you. . My eyes are burning up.
Remember the hidden treasure. That we find in our lives. Like all of our favorite flowers. Beauty lives, it dies. . We wait for what this life will bring.
Hello, come in, rub your face in the wind. Can you feel it?. It's all right to drift where the water is swift. Don't you feel it?. . Are you ready to ride.
Come back. Come on tell me you'll be coming back. 'Cause I know. Summer's got us dusty from the road. . But it's high time we sail around. To celebrate the breaking of the clouds.
For maybe just a second. The sun was in your eyes. It flickered like a spark from. The fire that burns inside. . You were broken by the darkness. By the silence of the night.
Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that. But it's the only word that half describes. The way you're acting tonight. . And at the restaurant. Where all your ghosts still haunt.
Beauty is empty eyes. . Completely void of any warmth or light that complicates our sight. Meaning succeeds itself and from the ashes raises new beliefs.
Tulane, Tulane.. Tulane, Tulane.. Tulane, Tulane.. Tulane.. Oh, Tulane. Oh, Tulane.. Oh, yeah, yeah.. Oh, yeah, yeah.. Tulane.. Yeah, yeah.. Whoa, whoa..
Why do we always end up like this?. . The same position on the couch. Staring into each other's eyes. But do we have to talk about this now. And do I have to feel like crying?.
It's the same plan inscribed on me. . 'Cause there's only one design. There's some time allowed to me. But Saturday came and went and I. . And I still want and I still need.