The evidence is on the page Not much to show for so much rage It makes me smile You lost it somehow Solitude was your only choice Bitterness your only
It's time to brood Put up the walls of sound And practice all the finer points Of falling down I'll put aside The calculated eyes The even tempered
What are we fighting for What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you It's not that I need the best I want you to see I long to be successfully repressed
I don't need no one else I get by by myself These feelings I will hold inside me I listen to my heart This world could fall apart Could it be that I'm
Dear God I'm doing the best I can I'm doing the best I can I'm doing the best I can Spinning round Falling down World just keeps on turning Chaos breeds
I was laying listening to the rain By my side you were silent, sweetly sleeping I thought 'how beautiful'-how very beautiful You looked to me Fast asleep
Shut down, tangled up in your machinery No sound, just the faceless press of words and wheels Surrounds me like molasses on my soles and eaves Come out
We've got to tell the government That freedom is God sent Where's the inspiration Living like we do Can't tell the devils from the angels Faithless believers
To t.v. screens and complex books My inner world of reason looks To try to feel or touch the things you see With a face and voice so serious Words so
Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on Mother Nature Everybody
Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams For what it's worth Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams For what it's
Somewhere, sometime I became a part of you And then in time, in time it seems like I got to heart of you And inside my mind I could entertain Almost anything
Holding rightly on to something you believe It's getting harder when we practice to deceive But you know when night falls I will be there I will be there
Alison cries on a radio Monday Lipstick goodbyes and a promise to call He's in a veiled illusion She's out of mind They're happy ever after And so am
This is called Snow Hill Slow days in restless rooms A constant stream of girls in green Toy guns for action men On news at ten Cool handed candied
I was born at the wrong time A child lost on the skyline When I felt a need to change So I looked deep within me Somehow touched by the real me Had to
He's gone again Pulls me with him each time I should ask him when he's home He's gone again Pulls the blinds to hide the bars He shows me when to bleed
I don't want to be around When you come down I don't want to be around You shine You keen You're nowhere in between You rise And phase On dead-wood days
