("i?e gone out the window")
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i raise this broken halo to the sky
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this is the storm that strands me here
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stopped waiting for a golden ship to rescue me
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this is the only age that i know how to be
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still make pretend that i? in the movie of my life
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stopped looking for a key that opens all the doors
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these broken fingers keep me from holding on too tight
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i turned and looked away from the angels face
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still stomp through puddles ?the world spins beneath my feet
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stopped waiting for a golden ship to rescue me
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never wanted to know just what will happen next
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i wonder how you can stand knowing what
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each new day will bring
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i think about art and i think about madness
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are truly joined at the hip?
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was it Van Gogh who was crazy or the world that is crazy?
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if i could touch the face of the gods i? trade my ear
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i ran all the way home
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to read the words carved in cement by my house
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(it says) "live the life that you love ?love the life that you live"
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but i? rather have a penny for every time it told me "NO"
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i shoot these flaming arrows at the flag
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and say deny, deny, deny if that? what gets you through
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like that night that we ran through the Audi dealership
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smashing windshields
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an absolutely pointless and immature act
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but it quieted our minds
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at a time when everyone and everything (the setting sun) was asking:
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"why are we here?"
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but i? pretty sure now that i will never know
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Sunflowers And Sunsets
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Bane |