| Shes no longer a big part of your small life
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| Still you see her in your dreams
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| When the doors are open
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| There’s no space for all components
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| Soaking in the ocean and the sea
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| Well there’s no purpose for the old circus in the furthest side of town
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| Said they will always be around
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| When the doors are open
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| There’s no time to pause in motion
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| Floating like a boat on solid ground
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| (Ali Bla Bla)
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| I guess I’m just a mere mortal
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| Looking for a portal to another realm
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| Coz day to day monotony has left me overwhelmed
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| My mind echoes the sound of regret
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| Thinking what might have been
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| If things were a little more inspiring
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| I take a look at this old man that’s retiring
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| And know in my heart that things didn’t go to plan
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| I guess his success is relative to his cleverness
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| But he will still die owning no land
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| Who have I become?
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| I’m comfortably numb
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| I hate to be loved
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| I love to be glum
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| It’s easy being dumb
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| Going nowhere is fun
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| At least I know where I belong
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| And I like to hide from the sun
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| Should have stayed in my mum
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| Wouldn’t say it to her face
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| A coward with no grace
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| Every hour is a race
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| To the last moments of my life
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| When I’m finally put in my place
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| I watch my little brother making the same mistakes
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| Maybe it takes being invaded to close the gates
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| Stuck in my loner ways I’m feeling like a joke today
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| But what’s the point? |
| There’s clearly no start or end
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| Forever tip toeing around the edge
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| When it’s time for my judgement ill have no knees left to beg
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| Please accept my head, seeing red is often calming
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| To some alarming, summers charming for a man that’s farming
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| Perhaps I’m yet to see the earth
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| Perhaps I was dead before birth
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| Perhaps I’ll be happy at worse
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| As if being last was much better than first
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| I’m living in the dirt
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| Forgive me I’m hurt
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| But I’ve never felt pain
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| The silence is great
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| And the night is my day
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| But I like the dismay
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| It’s the only thing exciting I say
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| I’m a knife with no blade
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| That you won’t learn to hold or obey
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| (Danny Wilder)
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| She’s no longer a big part of your small life
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| Still you see her in your dreams
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| When the doors are open
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| There’s no space for all components
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| Soaking in the ocean and the sea
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| When the doors are open
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| There’s no space for all components
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| Soaking in the ocean and the sea |