to think and wait I'm not leavin' you, no way friend You'd ever last, yo no voye Sweet earth boy You'll have to think and wait I'm not leavin' you,
light goes on And brightens my backyard A yellow dying sun, I bite my tongue And swallow pride and blood On some other plane I have Become affected, drawn and strange I
peers and friends And the heightened fears over the years Now I know I'm not like everyone And in this head I see the ground you came from Unknown and
And I hope I can read it right I'm running on, I'm running over and lower Slow going half the time I hope there's a sign And I hope I can read it right
just a starting point to drape more lies upon I wish you luck, I really do, because you'll need it You can't avoid reality for too long And everything
Is singing by in trance I'm feeling wierd Though the day's been really long I still feel I'm close to nowhere And I wouldn't let no one take my place
wrong I have never learned The secret of velocity As I expand I feel small I have nothing left That I can draw from I have nothing left...nothing
shoot me soon I'm tired of overheatin' Fallin' quick to bending knees and broken veins Of always needin' faith to get to shore And break all the vows, I
and piss bags Never having sex and growing old Growing old Head space, alive and painless Weightless and almost sane I close my eyes, I become the sky
't be wrong I, I have never learned The secret of velocity As I expand I feel small I, I have nothing left That I can draw from I have nothing left,
The poetry of this hangover I don't want to think, not hard anyway The scenery and fish, they're bad Take another breath, another look and swallow Holding
granted But they came and they held me up And they felt me up and left I miss them Take me to your world I want to know if I belong there Instead of
But they came and they Held me up and they felt me up And left...I miss them Take me to your world I want to know if I belong There instead of here
Things for my still young self or else I might not believe whatever people Say in their own ways, colourful faces And easy going shame almost telling me Things I
light goes on And brightens my backyard a yellow Dying sun I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood On some other plane I have Become affected drawn and strange I
the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old Headspace...alive and painless, Weightless and almost sane I close my eyes, I become
And I hope I can read it right I'm running on, over and lower It's slow going half the time I hope there's a sign And I hope I can read it right
long I still feel I'm close to nowhere And I wouldn't let no one take my place A warm bed, in my head I can see The tidal wave of disappointment