Climbing, building me up, tearing me down. Lifted back up we are climbing. All of this time. Drifting right back to the ground. . Building me up, tearing me down.
The only things surrounding you now. Are the circular memories that infect your conscience. They are the make up of your worries, regrets and doubts. Collective portrayal of your person radiates confidence.
We're born into silence and let it all be. Lift your anchor and just float astray. Born into silence and let it all be. Fortune in silence. . Watch it explode.
Distorted and complicated. I'm sorry but it's over. Essential to awaken. How moving. Here we are. That's what it's all about. I'm sorry but it's over.
I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket. I am sinking into the bed, light around me. Beautiful washes of pulsating color. Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees.
I can't even concentrate on this. It's over thought, anticipated. The pen ink is running dry. It's been thrown to paper and wasted. Creativity has been blocked and over tasted.
Here we go down that same old road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same old road again. A memory, a regret, a hope.
Here we go down that same ol' road again. Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within. Here we go down that same ol' road again. . A memory, a regret, a hope.
So you say. So you said it right. So you say. So you said it right. . Waiting below. The sun's getting brighter. Downstairs, I dwell. . So you say. So you said it right.
White cloth, black napkins, wood chairs, surround me. Wood tables, foggy signs, in front with no lies. . Night falls beneath candle light. . Cast shadows, incense fragrance.
Yes, take time to realize what you have. Yes, I did but suspended and now I hang. Beneath the ground that we have made. For all of us to walk on. . See me now.
Think we know, oblivious though. Unified clones sit like stones. Upon thrones of fools gold. Looking bold but all alone. . Restore our needed shelter.
The opera is over, singers have all gone home,. Seats are empty, the kitchen is closed,. . The sidewalks are sprayed down,. The blinds are pulled down, foundations unstable,.
This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs. On wrinkled arms with nothing but. A stool to hold up his back. . Skinny legs with Japanese mileage.
[Foreign Content]. . Does anybody feel this way, does anybody feel like I do?. Does anybody feel this way, does anybody feel like I do?. . I built a wall, it's stretched one thousand miles, set it off.
Whoa is me. Im so whoa. See me decked out from my head to my toe. Whoa is me. Im so whoa. Everywhere I go Im a one man show. . I feel like a Hollywood star.