Feel like me. Cut away my skin. The blood on the tap washes clean. The mirror I cracked curses me. . If you're a little late. It's time to leave. Live another day now.
We can't keep pissing in the wind. Bleaching holes in perfect skin to make us new. Hold a match until it burns. Got ourselves against the wall, nowhere to go.
You're just a face in the crowd. A tiny hole in the cloud. You're trying to find your way in. To let your soul shine back out. We're just a twist in a seam.
Office blocks, corner shops, traffic jams on every street, the same old rush around. Obsolete, I'm a freak, in a show on brighton beach, as the snow comes down.
She's looking good in a new towel,. Looking clear in the new crowd,. She's so funny to be with,. So easy to forgive. . See you, you see me,. We could be free,.
A long time ago we used to be friends. But I haven't thought of you lately at all. If ever again a greeting I send to you. Short and sweet to the soul I intend.