Will I ever get to where I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I had planned. I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted And the
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore? Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere
Meet me in outer space WE could spend the night; Watch the earth come up. I've grown tired of that place; Won't you come with me? WE could start again
It's comin' around again They're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again They're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb But there's a cold wind coming from The top of the highest high-rise today. It's not a breeze 'cause it blows hard
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three fold Utopian dream You do something
Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go Thirteen suited strangers makes a crowded elevator slow And I've got a million words and phrases on the
Will I ever get to To where it is that I am going? Will I ever follow through with what I With what I had planned? I guess it's possible That I have been
I'd like to close my eyes, go numb But there's a cold wind coming from The top of the highest high rise today It's not a breeze 'cuz it blows hard Yes
It cuts the music with so much class P S P O {Oh that's us, that's us}
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow If I hadn't assembled myself, I'd have fallen apart by now If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined
You are stellar Meet me in outer space We could spend the night Watch the earth come up I've grown tired of that place Won't you come with me? We could
Blink and you miss a beat Keep one of your eyes open at all times Think that you're on the brink The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan Consequence
Today, everything was fine, fine, fine Until 'round about, quarter to nine Suddenly found myself in a bind, a bind Was it something I said? Something
Pardon me while I burst Pardon me while I burst A decade ago, I never thought I would be at twenty three On the verge of spontaneous combustion, woe
It's coming around again They're letting it out again, again It's coming around again They're letting it out again, again It's coming around again They
