| Lyrics: | Wide awake in the candlelight/ Stoned straight, crashing/ Ocean wave patterns and sunset/ In their
prime/ Shoulder demons tell me/ How
to lie when it matters/ And you better hope/ That you see
it coming
Painted grey and blurry/ I am waiting for the sock to drop/ Yes I can fake
it, hide, run away/ When there's nothing left to know...nothing
Lonely like a living
room/ Hallway noises and interviews/ Squeeze the globe in between/ Your legs and hope God knows/
When to show
his face when it matters/ And you better hope/ That you're feeling something
Pained by the worry/ I am stained by the learning/ Of what I can't feel, see, think,
undo/ I'm going to Mexico where there's / Nothing but
the sun...nothing
The
four walls entertaining/ Me are symbols of my contentment/ Of mental and legal poverty/ Nine out of
ten can't be wrong/ I have
never learned/ The secret of velocity/ As I expand I feel small/ I
have nothing left/ That I can draw from/ I have nothing left...nothing |
