This lonely old man had heart Resting grey hairs on wrinkled arms With nothing but a stool to hold up his back Skinny legs with Japanese mileage Crossed
Think we know Oblivious though Unified clones Sit like stones Up on thrones Of fool's gold Looking bold But all alone Restore our needed shelter Sitting
White cloth, black napkins Wood chairs surround me Wood tables, foggy sign In front with no light Night falls beneath candle light Cast shadows Insence
Here we go down that same old road again Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within Here we go down that same old road again A memory
I can't even concentrate on this It's overthought, anticipated The pen ink is running dry It's been thrown to paper and wasted Creativity has been
I think I'm awake Rolling on my blanket I am sinking into the bed Light around me Beautful washes of pulsating color Buzzing white noise It sounds like
We're born into silence and let it all be Lift your anchor and just float astray Born into silence and let it all be Fortune in silence Watch it explode
Distorted and complicated I'm sorry but its over Essential to awaken I'm leaving Here we are That's what it's all about I'm sorry but its over To love
Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do Does anybody feel this way Does anybody feel like I do I built a wall It stretched one thousand
The only things surrounding you now Are the circular memories Infect your conscience They are the make up of your worries Regrets and doubts Elective
The opera is over Singers have all gone home Seats are empty The kitchen is closed The sidewalks are sprayed down The blinds are pulled down The foundation
