This wont be played on the radio...
The picture is far too big to look at kid. Your eyes won't open wide enough and you are constantly surrounded by that swirling stream of what is and what was....
Each time you turn a corner, you are right back to where you were and your only hope is that forgetting might make a door appear. Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak?
An avalanche of opinions like the one that feel that I am now underneath....
It was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do it all again. So, I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet, but I like singing. So I'll be holding my note and stomping and strumming...
There is nothing I know except that this lifetime is just one moment...
So go ahead and loose yourself in liquor and you can praise the clouded mind but it isn't what you are thinking it's the course of history, your position in line...
I'll send you all this message in code, under ground, over mountains, through forests, deserts and cities. All across the electric wire, it's a baited line. The hook is in deep boys, there is no more time. So you can struggle in the water and be too stubborn to die, or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky.