| 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 |
