The wonder of the world is gone, I know for sure. All the wonder that I want I've found in her. As the hole becomes apart I strike to burn. And no flame returns Every intuition fails to find its wa
Oh the horizon moves. But I find balance on my knees. Where are my clothes?. I try to decode words on the post-it. That's stuck on my cheek. . Two socks stare at me. Definitely they're not mine
Leave them all outside today. Let them all laugh, it's ok. They'll think you hide. Now is not the time to play. You lost something. Just start looking. . It's another rainy day. For you. Anot
If I were made of stone. Could you shake my soul. To its very core. Like no one could before? Now you turned me into such a fool. And you know it's true. And if I never make it back to you. Just
I was never the kind. To be taking my time. Any place that's worth a damn. And today's another day. That I've gone and thrown away. And I don't care where it lands. . 'Cause I'm just thinking a
It doesn't matter that the rain is gone. You know it's coming back. (Coming back). Just as sure as the sun burns through. Until it burns out black. (Burns out black) Don't let anything faze you k
You're looking for the right strings. Want to make a sound that sticks. . My voice is looking for words. And tones. That might wander around for a while. . I leave a little of me for later on.
Tell me what you need to hear and I'll tell it to you again. I can fake it all if you can too. Will it stop from bleeding naturally enough. Can I hold my tongue in silent the words are slow and rep
I can't lose anything. So what's left is mine. And I win this time Consolation day. I'll make up a way. I'll know now just what to say And I'll get away from you. Wait and I'll be begging. And I
Don't mistake the silences. There's so much I haven't said. It's not that quiet in my head. But I can't even tell you that Whatever doesn't kill me. Doesn't make me stronger. But I'm not gonna gi
I lost my words. I am distracted. By my lips. And the way you look at them. . I hold on to your shoulders. With every laugh. I lose my grip. More and more. I'm weaving 'cross the floor. . I