Sometimes the only thing that saves you think of bad things luck never gave you and although your true love has just left you well at least your mother
(by Train) Now that she?s back in the atmosphere With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's time
Second to Sun, second to sun Like Jupiter, we are the ones All atoms, report to the sun...we are the ones. Like Jupiter we are the ones, all atoms report
The process never wavers for you The agenda is clear. Feed on your precious, fictitious glide Nothing's ever true for you. Stain your kin with decisions
Free flight to a field of happenstance..and the air is cold Clutch tight to the appetite for the starving Hesitations soul. Another flight to the bluest
The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin. Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen Could create quite the conflict. All are not know and not seen
Slow, Strong and steady, that's who wins this race The end carries little confetti, thank evolution, I love the pace, The proportion, the sustain in
I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching. So very inside, arms frailing and kicking Symbolically I'm taking hold Harmonically my soul is sold
Fraud woven into cloth Draped upon the have not's. Tried to secrify, while you close your eyes. So they continue..same criminal, different venue. Hide
Have you seen the size of my paws? The largest in all the land Do you fear my bi-cuspid display? On my rear hands I stand! Didn't it make you want to
I've been to the Jupiter side of this planet i wasnt even planning on it for it to turn so perfect so sweet for me to find you here and everytime i said
And we continue to chase the sun only to burn up both our hands and we will find out what's to know... in warning winds the truth will blow you
Hey candy kain brain pouring like the rain sweeter than any other pain i'd even dare name I kinda sorta need a wind to blow me out and control
(Instrumental)
No matter how many times we paint over these walls the writing still shines through in the stream of commerce we're afloat a thousand washed-up rockers
Write a letter to yourself about yourself boring us with every detail some day I'd like to land as bitter as i am nothing affects me anymore there's
So I saw the angel girl Hang her wings by the door Tired from the windy chill Guilt has forced her to land "I no longer know" she said "The way