(0162) never see the same again
someone's dying. did you think that the children would no longer play? but i'm just trying to live without distraction if there's a way. in the end you say you don't have a problem, but we're here waiting tables and pretending to talk with ourselves. with each other.
are you different? since the last time i saw you, you don't seem well. but you're not different. i guess it was just something you were trying to sell. from the ordinary to the unknown, i'm well ahead and adjusted to the cameras that roam all around... without making a sound.
there's only two minutes left.
and if we hurry, we'll have plenty time to catch our breaths. too many times we have slept... through hurricanes and bombs falling on our tv sets.
i am sifting through the ash and the sand; can't find any gold, but she is here, and that's enough. and i am waiting for the war to end, but there'll be many more tears and more volcanoes to erupt.
i'm going out to build a fire. there won't be anymore time to say that i'm a liar, but i don't care. it's not my prob. you'll work it out and and wear the glove. because it fits. it fits so well. it's not like fate has bid you farewell. you think you're better, but that's okay. i'd rather be nothing and just decay. block out the sun. take in the snow. i'm crawling out of six windows that all got stuck and wouldn't move. i won't be counting on you to prove that you were right. so blow it up. walked out alive and poured you a cup of cheap, red wine so we can live as long as we want and never worry about being apart. i'll blink my eyes and never see the same again. so new and clean. so here's the truth. simple and plain. i'm starting over before it rains. we all play this game; say "blind are the ones who will never fold paper." so carry on. so carry on. so carry on. so carry on...
are you different? since the last time i saw you, you don't seem well. but you're not different. i guess it was just something you were trying to sell. from the ordinary to the unknown, i'm well ahead and adjusted to the cameras that roam all around... without making a sound.
there's only two minutes left.
and if we hurry, we'll have plenty time to catch our breaths. too many times we have slept... through hurricanes and bombs falling on our tv sets.
i am sifting through the ash and the sand; can't find any gold, but she is here, and that's enough. and i am waiting for the war to end, but there'll be many more tears and more volcanoes to erupt.
i'm going out to build a fire. there won't be anymore time to say that i'm a liar, but i don't care. it's not my prob. you'll work it out and and wear the glove. because it fits. it fits so well. it's not like fate has bid you farewell. you think you're better, but that's okay. i'd rather be nothing and just decay. block out the sun. take in the snow. i'm crawling out of six windows that all got stuck and wouldn't move. i won't be counting on you to prove that you were right. so blow it up. walked out alive and poured you a cup of cheap, red wine so we can live as long as we want and never worry about being apart. i'll blink my eyes and never see the same again. so new and clean. so here's the truth. simple and plain. i'm starting over before it rains. we all play this game; say "blind are the ones who will never fold paper." so carry on. so carry on. so carry on. so carry on...
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