and everything could be much clearer and everything can be so cold come see the eyes of innocense believe it or not they'll be dammed
Away from this planet onwards to a second earth the destination of this flight or is it a bad trip? hiding in the shadows of life and far away from
winter falls and out of fuel we hide inside our shell no excuse or advice, it's just the way we feel we will stumble through our days I will read you
[Instrumental]
I can be wrong, I can be wrong but something lies the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on
Common baby touch the screen come through the screen of my old black and white TV I can't taste this I can't let you are you walking alone? is it all
You take it slow maybe you've got it all under controll just wait and see save yourself from the ego in me you blaim me for every damn time that I couldn
I've got a pocketbook for the beats in my mind I've got a bottle of red and I drink all through the night I've got gallons of fuel to drive me to where
This is it the last stroke ended up in dust fear for the next one belongs to the past I wont go there no more I will close no more doors fade out, fade
poetry in her window pane see our faces in the moonless night with no need for a spoken word too afraid to be open now innocent for as long as silence
I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead
[lyrics:Jason Kohnen] I hear the music sweet tunes that caress my soul music begging for music it woes my soul ...so... it enchants me... ...feeding
[lyrics: Stefan Ruiters] remembering the melodies in a room with glowing stars with a thousand symphonies, right I still recall a smile on the wall
There's an echo coming back from the walls that you painted when the truth was mistaken was breakin' in two There were few things you needed there were
Twenty past nine, desires awaken atracted by the light of your eruption probably out of illumination concession blind, reduce this fiction Shake it
