And you never thought what it would be.
The red in the side of his eye explains the white shade of black inside my grey sky.
the medication they prescribed to an ant with a million legs.
The pitch fork disaster hit me in one rappid hour, its all.
its all it will ever be.
we can split the change from last night for a flight back home.
we can rule romania
the forrests of disregarded tranced and its like all the ants with one clear voice saying what they mean.
confuddled by the tick of it all
confused by the drown little boy
listened to all they said
mind my voice
im always out of turn
i always crash and burn
they tell me i will just never learn.
the treess reach for clarity sky black with harmony..why oh why wont this come cear.
a teacher without a voice told me to prey and rejoyce how rong could she be?
the dog that raised a white flag
the dog that bit my nasty aunt
its all running dry like the ground their skins cracked with flies
im not im nothing proud
time and half they shout in those london bars
its nothing not a thought for drowning boy.