Waitin', waitin', oh I know how it feels to be Just another face in the crowd To feel like a whisper In a world that's much too loud Tryin' to find
Jimmy was a shadow, the youngest of three boys How he longed to feel the light Jimmy's older brothers sure could make some noise So he became the quiet
I sewed it up Stitched all these dead end streets Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind(unwound) Like a petal pulled from an open flower. Surrounds
City of blue tile. Figure in Ceramics. Where we reach out. Grab for Porcelain. But it's too fragile to hold. And it shatters in our hands. In time the
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It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car. It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind. Forget tomorrow
You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you. And in the streets you walk. You hide your face because they don't believe
The angels sing of someone coming down To wake us from a sleep thats broken Deeply wont shut up again Must be some sort of sign for us That things are
This sunlight cutting through the open fields. Can't be communicated by radio waves. And through this flashlight keyhole memory. Receive a thousand signals
We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will. All these thoughts
Mountain ranges Morning red bathed ridges Stab up at the trembling blue horizon Grey slides lazily off rooftops Lands on the incandescent ground and dies
Just ahead I see you winding up And you're dressing this color on the edge of fire Until these tightened strides They march in time again I don't know
Try to tell them of your fantasy, But their faces made of stone. They will cry in anger, they will cry in rage, When you release the secrets that you
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