I go outside to find the middle of nowhere. Everyone needs their own empty stage. Just like the sky with no beginning or ending. I like reading a book without a last page.
Everything is always changing. And nothing stays in the same place for too long. I've been too long awake. . And everyone seems like they're slowly changing.
All the walls of your house. Were painted in deep blue. You're at that indecisive age. To choose colors that reflect you. . And everything and nothing.
Every step takes a beat of your heart. Through a city that's falling apart. On a night that rises and clears. In a sky that's clouded by years. My anger is a form of madness.
How did I find myself in a world. I cant see through?. And Im standing right beside you. Im hoping that you dont move. . Blocking our views so they dont get older.
By the harbor. I harbor the strangest memories. Older than I could ever be. Stranded in nostalgia. . So, tonight Ill try harder. But it's hard to fix.
I watch you stumble through the morning. I watch you stumble home at night. Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight. . I've watched you walk straight through an evening.
All the mistakes I made. I made because. I didn't know myself very well. And by this stage I feel like. I really shouldn't know myself. . I'm forced into a sponsored silence.