beyond you Altitudes I visit her father silent in his wheel chair Told him I knew what he'd done to her sophomore year "Someday sir, the dreamers will
Don?t drop by. I?ll be wasted And I?ll get mean. You don?t want to see that again You carved a number in the arm of my imagination So I was too quick
I fought for signs of life behind the crowds Where flowers die beneath man-made clouds I swore another year would not go by And I feel like staying
These are the days These are the good ones After this it?s all down hill I got a raise But something smells rotten All good till you can?t pay the bill
How can you stand there after all we?ve been through And act as if good fortune?s nothing new? You had me half believing that if your dream came true
Early in the morning when the sun comes through any window Break the promise that each day is a new early morning, through any window Blue is the memory
Waiting for my entrance Blowing past the street signs Missing every other turn Still getting there on time Staring into loop holes Faking every short
glide me tied behind you Drawn towards the light of lost afternoons Who punched out the moon Picked up a stone and plucked the old bird in the eye How will
I feel like ripping every vein out of my arm ?Cause if I do I might feel better I know you mean it when you say you?re ?fucking through? But give me
That dirty old t-shirt never looked better Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather She?s young, and I?m stung Through all of the pain and all
I?m your puddle of water, you jump over me Your rusty old screen door, come and go as you please Everything comes to you so easily There?s so much more
me tied behind you Drawn towards the light of lost afternoons Who punched out the moon Picked up a stone and plucked the old bird in the eye How will
