I'm feeling all time low everytime I remember you another day of sorrow all tied up in shady blue ooh ooh Is it too late or is it not feel the pain
I float through physical thoughts. I stare down the abyss of organic dreams All bets off, I plunge - Only to find that self is shed
My father said, don't be so scared Driving home all alone You're in a hospital bed I close my eyes Ignore the sun Try to wake up from the dream It's
Feeling like a bag of bones Shriveled up and cold Nineteen years old And draining out all of my insides On the floor every night Is supposed to make
When you're feeling safe in your skin Maybe we'll meet again When you're feeling down in Kingston Maybe we'll meet again
The mountains surrounding Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave I'll stay far away But to keep my place I want to write our names on a golden
Memorial Day came and went again And I feel the same How much you've changed And I've heard all about Where you've been How you are now But I'm still
You're cold like the blood that runs through your veins I've been told There's a black spot next to your name You can't seem to erase Shed your skin,
The disapproval's all I need To keep my conscience clean Turn your back on me Turn your back on me So you tell me just how to be And I'll live my life
I drive by things en route to your place I knew you'd think that if we're twenty-three On your porch sweet talking with me And I'm thinking, what am
Another fall A different feeling than the night before Where am I while you're back home Life goes on and on and on and on This strange routine sometimes
Talking to myself But I can't hear over your mouth I'm thinking out loud What's keeping around What's keeping me chained down to changing sounds Your
Time and distance blurs the image So far along from the life you're used to Flood of '72 casting shadows over you A giant's despair I see a valley beneath
See my breath with every word Frozen in time looking back at me Can still be heard Looking out from a window sill My conscience surrounding In everything
The streets are covered in chalk The shops are boarded up The bodies are carried back down from the square He begins to wonder If it always was this
I wanna be honest more than I know how I wanna be honest more than I know how So honest I'll surprise myself Surprise me now, surprise me nowt Ooh, I'
spending the day on the roof of the shed telling myself i'd be better off dead hung on the line no sense of time stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your
Well, there was a man who lived in a shed Spent most of his days out of his head For his shed was rotten let in the rain Said it was enough to drive any