In this quiet little place. I can't remember having known a different pace. In this quiet little place. I can surrender to the beauty of its face. . And now everything I see.
My past, my future, my disease. Perhaps collapse. To make me seize a moment. Just a breeze. . Grateful, humble, I allow. These words to be. The past somehow.
I was born in a cradle of love. I had two brothers who beat me up. When I was seven years old I had a friend named Tom. And when we were together I didn't want to go home.
Watch me, I'm coming closer. I am the mood you're in tonight. Pretty poser, perfect Armageddon bride. I am a circle, it feels right. I am the one who swallows light.
Before last night my heart was gray, like my country is today. Big kaleidoscope I see, a thousand people gaze at me. To break the ice I start to sing about a cell called everything.
I was a kid, you were my dad. I didn't always understand. I wanted freedom, you got mad. You were concerned, I got upset. . I didn't recognize you yet.
I lock the door and lock my head. And dream of butterflies instead. The beauty of their colored wings. The trees, the grass and pretty things. Imagination fills the void of my existence.
Bravely, I look further than I see. Knowing things , I know I cannot be, not now. I'm so aware of where I am, but I don't know where that is. And there's something right in front of me and I.
Twenty thousand seconds since you've left and I'm still countin'. And twenty thousand reasons to get up. Get somethin' done, but I'm still waitin'. Is someone kind enough to pick me up and give me food.