Holding out for a signal to come Solution found should appease everyone Religion hides from developing proof Believers try to encourage the truth Cascading
I got to keep moving to stay warm 'cause I'm freezing in this room And if I prove no good here I'll skip to where I should It's only an imaginary vigil
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Don't look back just decide and move on Cause you're wasting my time girl we just dont get on Don't wait here for the climate to change Picking over
Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad
You go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes But not today Too slow I feel like sinking arrows in your mind You're all the same You don't have
Welcome to the new suburban fables Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle If you're paying peanuts you get monkeys Better save that silly money for junkets
Caged You hold so tight until your knuckles show Escape As far away as you could ever know You sink them all down And watch them float up Until the wheel
Who's gonna pick you up? Who's gonna bend your rules? Who's gonna be your prop? Who's gonna play your fool? Nobody know just how it feels today Nobody
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley St parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-five
I tell you he's a private man In a public circumstance He's eyeing off an old doorframe Looking for a drastic change It's such a shame this has to
He's at you again ray Testing out your head space No matter what you do The money still loves you You have fallen down the stairs again You might have
It sure is quiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor 'Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick
Who'd you say is you? Where'd you say you hide your proof? You're swollen like a lexicon If you hurry we'll be home real soon If you meet me in the
I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose You've got a thing or
There's a truth begging to be told as the blues grab and take a hold To continue like this only acts as a force for no good I just want to say that
Sunsets over the beaches from now on Each day looking for new ways to go on Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called Maybe I should have followed
A combination of the two worst ideas that you might have Well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you It's sad to think