The tides will rise, the time will call Wish I never saw it fall Who we are, and what we've done It hasn't shown Don't tell me that this is just a reason
since that clocks first tick a dark hue and fear driven lives its only real till it ends as the stars fall, on our heads call the wind the theif for
What a deal I've worked with Father Sky He's given me a choice with time Walking straight on lines Don't let our ankles roll You've got to tip toe Not
Cross these words right off the sheet So you?ve become A father of both When did prosthesis take over? I only wish we could recover Recover what we
Take a look around out times's almost running out Uproot questions in your head The looking-glass is clear What you want is near(Nearly gone) Shoot
With a swerve, my eyes avert My mouth somehow forgets to work So I stare until you shout Wondering why you can't figure me out With a change, I call
This doesn't make much sense Think far out but I'm still locked in I'm still lost, walking circles The floor swallowed me up whole There's no where to
Abandon me! I was never one to hold out well under pressure. I was lost. I hope you can find me. I've got to find myself before I can move on this
Their arms, they reach, They branch like they're trying to catch me, They stand so tirelessly, Outgrown, the sides of roads, Are mixed in gold, The summer
Now that you know... You never said a word with tangled hands dry, and I see through rose-colored eyes. Tell me I?m the only chance constantly hanging
I've looked right past the simple things What have my eyes missed? Stuck in a space where nothing seems to fit You live a myth, obsessed with it Quiet
Falling... oh, the warmth it brought to us. It put an end to what we thought couldn't stop. We're bound to wake up. Granted we take, the things we grow
Here the seasons don't exist a summer held in hand. Rest while locks melt from our door again. Still I know we speak to not forget... We were all
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
The oh-so-familiar episode of induction of what he thinks is right - How could this be proper? She could be the one to make this story meet its end
If you were still around, You'd tell me I'm different, since the last time you called me out I'd put you down, I'd tell you it's a waste of time to keep
This doesn't make much sense Think far out but I'm still locked in I'm still lost, walking circles The floor swallowed me up There's no where to go
It's so easy When you're fake believing, Untruly speaking, wrecking feelings... It's so easy Sparking opposite ends, Fighting the good within, hiding