Lyrics Page One
The reflection of your eyes
Meet kindly with mine
You said,
'When I count back from ten
You will be awake'
But I was aware
By the time you got there
I wasn't dreaming in the first place
But still I wonder
Could you put up wiht me
Cause I would love to
Put up with you
Put up with your esoteric buckwheat
Your words speak harsh
Like prickle bushes under my feet
But more like a soft breeze
In the middle of summer
At the beach
Before I arrived
You might be better off without me
But still I wonder
Into contact with a window
A bird flies
It signifies a perrish
Of likely who saw it
So now the sun does not rise
And the sign says to close my eyes
Black cloth on the mirrors
So reflections are not trapped
The wake is to make sure there's no undead
So we build a house for the presence
And make some noise
Close my eyes
Crossing currents
With endangered limbs
Like a stone alone at the bottom
No timezones
Heartburn and the arteries
We shall meet in a place Winston
Where there is no darkness
It is the folly although delibrately
We walk one step closer to the grave
How can you make a song about machines
Sound so enchanting
There is truth and there is untruth
Everything fades into the mist
The past is erased and the eraser forgotten
A lie becomes truth and then becomes a lie again
At last my call has come
It seems all my life
I've been waiting for it
I know what I have done
I could not help myself
It's not so much staying alive that matters
It's staying human
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
A pen to paper is the means to an end
Step off camera and into room 101
Was there ever a time when this seemed ordinary
This one horse town
That we built
Big enough for the both of our
Fences and window
That we paint we paint white
And we board up
This one bedroom house
Is disconnected
With ringtones
This onomatopaeia is in my head