Show me how to get home. Throw me like a stone. Show me how to get home. You love to watch me crawl. . Home, just get me home, home, home. Stoned, cause I feel so stoned, oh no.
Would it always be the same. Give it all to reason. Let me down. You watch me drown. Hold me down I can't explain. Though I never could - that's the problem.
I've got a friend, her name is Laura. We took a holiday, seven sweet days in Mallorca. We took a plane through to southern Spain. To see the ocean waves blue.
Sending it all right back waiting for heart attacks. Watching the days collide changing with the weather. Trying to keep it clear slither on broken tears.
Jumping into streams of nectar. Falling through these clouds of silver. Reaching for these angels faces. Waking up in fields of feathers. Its tied me up inside its tied me up inside.
You got it all worked out this living. You made it all whacked out this giving thing. Torn a soul and left it kicking. Drilled a hole right through my perfect world.
Waking each day. No money no pay. Living in a box alone with his pain. Kissing the rain that's pouring again. Blaming the system from where we came. Trapped inside a fish eye lens.
Pull back my skin. Look deep within. Transparent grins. The more you kill me. Just see how it is. Just see how it really is. . There's radiation in my head.
I wish that I could touch the sky. Elevate me. I hope that I don't burn my eyes. As I drift free. Don't think that I can help myself. Guess it's true.
Sitting on a corner street. Children playing at my feet. See the smiles on ice cream faces. Feel myself begin to sink. As the wind blows through my skin.
Left out in the sun to dry again, washed up on a shore line south of spain. Gazing up with telescopic eyes, planetary life above the skies. Oh my god, she's my obsession, my obsession (my obsession).
Staring at Paper faces,. Expressions like empty pages,. Day after day. Waiting for the lights to change now,. Reaching for a cloud to come down,. And cover me.
Got this dagger in my back. The blade inside me burning. Change these colours in my head. Turn to face the real thing. . So what about me, what I want to be.
Waking up at twelve in my clothes again. Feel my head explode from a night of gin. Another night out late. I don't want to drink, don't want to be a clown.
I'm cracking up but now I'm filling in the gaps with glue. With every minute every hour there's a different view. It's not that I'm unhappy all the time but I feel used.
It's hard for me to comprehend. Holding on with broken hands. But who will understand. Wallow in the acid rain. What's in store for us today. It's never gonna feel the same.
Remember yesterday?. Driving down the M4. The sun lit up your face. . Playing all the tunes. Feeling like a child again. The pain has been erased. . I feel much better anyhow.
Guess I'm stuck in a dream. Surrounded by coloured leaves on the ground. As I stare at the trees. I see one fall down on my hand. As I start to explore.
What I see, what I've known,. Turn the pages turn to stone.. Behind the doors,. I will open it for you. . This is the unforgiven 2.. You hit me, I hit you.
Shoot holes in me, then you watch me as I bleed. Sticks, Sticks and stones, Break my bones as I speak. Leave me to burn, As I melt in my pain. Watch as I drown, In the tears we have made.