blue beyond the gray sky beyond the gray sky beyond the gray sky Light a candle the wick it's who we are one day you'll see the clear blue beyond the gray
s rise and I'm alone again please not this way so sweet on my tounge it burns away an empty promise fills my veins with lies the deepest gray forever
there ain't much to say bout tomorrow they say it costs alot, guess i'll borrow i sit by my fire, admire, inspired by fire light drowning in my thoughts
fit my fancy and steal away with me today i'm fiending your type of relief so push me further and make me turn another leaf cause there ain't nothing
i must be out of touch cause i don't see you much but every now and then i'll see you and we'll act as friends but i'm caught up on you i know you want
really there's no reason for me to fuss but i do what i must and if i just contradicted myself in that statement well hey it's my own damn fault now
With no destination in this situation i know not what i'm asking for or what i'm looking for anymore Will i find my lover will she find another and
Inside of us are secrets that still haunt us from the past and through our words we mingle with the shadows that they cast did you ever think there was
I'm going for a walk not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands and I'm gonna use my mind and who the hell are you to tell me what to do? you
Blacktop pavement cover me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant and a low frequency it tickles my ear, it
So you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round and you can't find the truth in the things you've found and you're scared shitless 'cuz evil abounds
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before they said "we all care
Everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple
Hey mister, don't point at me you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model responding to his questions hey teacher, arrogance is bliss you spend
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon and there's no one around to hear their
Have you been to the desert? have you walked with the dead? there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread and the figures don't lie
