Seems like a dream. Awaken before it was done. How could this be?. I walk alone. But sometimes I picture your hands held in my own. My brave face it's too late now.
I think I've seen you before. Another time, another face. Whoever opened the door. Never had the time to waste. . To paint pictures over windows. That don't satisfy our taste.
I've seen the rise, and the fall. The bitterness in all the empty hearts. That stopped before they left their mark. In this town worst friends. Can be your best enemies.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh oh. Someone should teach you some manners. . I wish I had a camera. I think you've got more nerve than you've got tact.
Oh yeah!. Hey!. . I'm sifting through memories. Looking for answers in the past. A dose of reality. I hate the taste but I know it's for the best. . Connecting dotted lines.
(We're all just weird kids in the end). . Attention. I'll walk you though this slowly if you're still listening. 'Cause you're penny back for stealing our thoughts.