Maybe they'll come back again maybe they're all gone. One day you'll find me sending their message strong. Under your feet the city falls down so far the ground is sky.
I let go of the world that was holding. A passenger that could not fly. In search of souls. Souls in search of something. Let it go. Let it slide. . When I find out what went on.
All you people can feel it waiting. Innocence and love, wrapped in the arms of the burning neon. I feel it, I feel it. It's so entertaining and so wonderful.
Are you there, and is it comfortable?. Did you want to escape, try to escape the population?. The pressure is deceiving,. And for you particularly should we let a young man die?.
Time can't fix it fast enough,. So we won't notice what it was that went wrong. I saw something there much too familiar. A butterfly with a broken wing.
Can you see her standing there. And well she's trying to find just anywhere. The flowers in her hands but she doesn't know why, why. . And offered is advice to you and all you do was fake it.
Hope climbs atop of the piano. Reaching out towards the warmth of the sun. Some man tries to ask her down. But now maybe that's where she belongs. My God she said,.
So you feel that stain of dried up discussions without weight. It's that feeling you will not have to destroy. It's that feeling that you will not have to ignore.
The telephone is ringing, disconnect the line. The tension is building but I'm alright. The stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go. The television is burning because I set it on fire.