sitting upon the shore. the waves crash and echo inside my head. approaching out in the distance. a ship of slaves to bury the dead. . this island is a pirson.
People. People who need people. Are the luckiest people in the world. . We're children needing other children. And yet, letting our grown up pride. Hide all the need inside.
(Jule Styne/Bob Merrill). . People. People who need people. Are the luckiest people in the world. . We're children needing other children. And yet, letting our grown up pride.
People,. People who need people,. Are the luckiest people in the world. We're children, needing other children. And yet letting a grown-up pride. Hide all the need inside.
I head for distant lands. Leaving my expenses. Forsake this land of plastic. . I would try to be something. But you wont stop talking. Drifting for the farthest shore.
The little people in my head.. They push me down and make me mad.. I can't stand the way they look.. Some blue meanie stole my books.. But I'm OK some bad days..
I wanna get out when everything's alright. Can't you see I'm a wreck? Gonna crash and burn. I wanna get out I've done my time. If you fuck with me I might blow your mind yeah.