Picture this: A falling star that holds a kite string The two of us are holding fast Where will the fall leave us? (You were a prisoner) And so
Out on the road! Outta you?re state! Picture the apple the hour?s late. Everyone trying to be the same! Uniformed and smiles, smiles, smiles Goodbye
After fire comes the rain The rain washes away the blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again Near the pyres the women weep the tear
Here comes everyone, Lining up with bucks and eyes for a phantom consolation prize, oh Here comes everyone Blunted, bleached and mass-produced
the kind of city which I want to belong Chorus Ohhh I think I feel I see Ohhh that this place is not me I want to belong to be wild and free Ohhh he
The boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back. He?s becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one. The birds the bees the wild trapeze symbiotic
A mirror of venus that you are but i have never seen your face a mariner carried by a star with no regard for time or place Ahhhh hhhhhaa x2 Architectural
Presently, the future is in the middle of a love triangle, With calamity and me in the corner starting to feel uncomfortable. Should I douse the spark
Last night I think I lived a thousand years I caught wind of the soft song of passing winds I swam past the seas and met a school of fish ?Enjoy class
Here in our gilded cage We turn on the news and are entertained We are an army of semi informed, chemically maimed Paper Tigers that, only the cusp
