So many strangers on the street. Yeah, nearly everyone you meet. Can’t relate, can’t translate, can’t create A connection. No. Easier to keep your distance
Didn’t know why I couldn’t fly Didn’t want to be stuck on the ground I wanted to soar across the sky But something was holding me down What had me cower
Still by the window pane Pain like the rain that's falling She waits in the air Matte kudasai She sleeps in a chair In her sad america When was a night
when I look at the life in which I'm sinking naturally I find myself thinking what am I doing here ? it's been fun , so much fun doing things I never
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? We've done this wrong we're too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong, it's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
Cold, cold kingdom of ice Bring me the sun Cold, cold kingdom of ice Bring me the sun I made a kingdom in wich i am the king The king of ice and frozen
Johnny went to frosted flake To go for a walk in the frozen wood He bumped into a mushroom That sold his body for some warm food Eat me my friend You
The days were all the same, whirling The nights were off shades Standing picturesque She stood and sat, moving her body Clothed, dangling It was all
It's in a stroke of a brush It's in the wave of a hand And a view so bright It turns the world And makes all right Yet seems to say, come what may You
Still by the window pane Pain like the rain that's falling She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai She sleeps in a chair in her sad America When, when was
Johnny went to frosted flake To go for a walk in the frozen wood He bumped into a mushroom That sold his body for some warm food "Eat me my friend, you
I feel a change comin' on A frame of mind that's held me down for too long Tried to imprison my soul Locked me outside of my own Rock 'N' Roll Can you
Still, by the window pane, Pain, like the rain that's falling. She waits in the air, Matte Kudasai. She sleeps in a chair In her sad America. When, when
Can you feel your heartbeat racing? Can you taste the fear in her sweat? You've done this wrong It's too far gone These sheets tell of regret I admit
when I look at the life in which I'm sinking naturally I find myself thinking "what am I doing here?" it's been fun, so much fun doing things I never
