Picking From The Box Lyrics - Singles - Spiritual Beggars

Taking my mind away off things that makes me blind 

Now I can't even sleep when I'm drunk 

But I'm feeling just fine, you see to me its not so bad 

Dreaming away back home 

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box 

Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much 

Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap 

Bitter blood reveals 

You keep kissing the strings of hope 

You pray to keep them warm 

But somehow you always wake up cold 

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box 

Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much 

Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap 

Bitter blood reveals 

You keep kissing the strings of hope 

You pray to keep them warm 

But somehow you always wake up cold 

I know its hard to break away from here 

But you've got to lean on dreams to make them real 

Money ain't all that counts when the day is done 

Harmony is not something you buy 

But keep on raping yourself you fake 

You ain't got the guts to change 

Poison yourself cos you're scared to loose, what! 

But I wonder why you keep picking from the food box 

Seems so strange to waste your life that could bring so much 

Blinded by fake you rush right into the failure trap 

Bitter blood reveals 

You keep kissing the strings of hope 

You pray to keep them warm 

But somehow you always wake up cold