Took a shot in the dark. Though the aim was true. Still it missed the mark. As we wait for a hero we can't find. Now I know, now I realize. It's a hard line.
Dirty Sunrise creeping in,. Broken bottles, gilled within,. The room is black,. The blinds are drawn,. . I don't remember anything,. What I've done, where I've been,.
I sit alone and watch the lonely people. It's like I'm staring at myself. Because we're all the same. We all want the same thing. . Everybody wants the other.