: There?s many who?ll tell you they?ll give you their love, But when they say ?give? they mean ?take.? They?ll hang ?round just like vultures till push
: I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I?ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day we?ll see face to
: We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; We are demons that hide in the mirror. But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly
: I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down with the dawn of the world You needed sense in to stop captain to die For our sails had barley unfold
: I drugged my heart with doublespeak And all my misgivings disappear It helps to keep my conscious clean The ends will justify the means And still I
: It's a shame that some must go without, I was no fool to think it might be my problem. Needy hands were reaching out, I kept my spare change and my
: We talk to much. We talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for reach, in this marry go round We seem respent(?) We call it progress
: (Bonus Track) All that I have are questions; So much is veiled in mystery. But you are yourself the answer- The only answer that I need. My brokenness
: It never turned out right With me and you No matter how I try To see it through *We can not salvage it and start again* Feels like trying to catch
in your bed does the thought haunt your head that your really rather small if there's one thing I know in this life we are beggars all all you champions
: When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride Then I get to the bottom and I see you again
: I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill; Across the room: a red telephone. Mouth was dry, I felt I?d been asleep for years. I turned and I discovered
: Fourteen years behind these bars Twelve foot square of cold cement I've lost nearly everything For a crime of which I'm innocent And all my sufferings
It's a shame that some must go without I's no fool to think it might be my problem Needy hands were reaching out Kept my spare change and my pride in
I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down at the dawn of the world We mutinied had sentenced our captain to die 'Fore our sails had barely unfurled
14 years behind these bars 12 foot square of cold cement I've lost nearly everything For a crime of which I'm innocent For all my sufferings Lie in momentary
I am an exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I've seen is just a glimmer In a shadowy mirror but I know One day we'll see face to face
We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned We are demons that hide in the mirror But the blood on our hands Paints a picture exceedingly clear
