circular.
I don't believe your eyes anymore.
The words that escaped you left me on the floor.
Waiting for the right time_to bring it up
The conversation we both hated.
The subject was heavy and ice cold.
My heart is bending into shapes,
but refuses to fold.
The trees all around sing different things.
I try and decipher which way to listen,
all I hear are tattered wings
and the screams of the children;
flapping in and out of my head.
Get this ghost out of my bed!
I'd rather have taken the bullet instead.
The decisions that I make
are the one's I try to escape.
There's no escaping your identity
like running from fate.
I stop off on the side of the road to re-hydrate
and find myself all alone on a blind date
with a dead girl with a blank face;
With death and her hands are shaking as she looks at me.
I guess she thought I'd be taller than I turned out to be.
I'm sorry to disappoint, that seems to be my role these days.
I'll keep you warm though, and intrigued with the chase.
You could probably catch me, I won't be running away.
All I want is to get found.
I want off this wet ground.
Someone pick me up
with the solution of sound.
I get what I deserve,
I reap what I sow.
karma came to get me
and it wouldn't let me go.
So I sit inside it's basement,
cold and dark indeed.
This is the place for my inspiration to feed.
I need all that I can now that I left my home.
But there's no comfort to be found when the angel won't answer her phone.
The words that escaped you left me on the floor.
Waiting for the right time_to bring it up
The conversation we both hated.
The subject was heavy and ice cold.
My heart is bending into shapes,
but refuses to fold.
The trees all around sing different things.
I try and decipher which way to listen,
all I hear are tattered wings
and the screams of the children;
flapping in and out of my head.
Get this ghost out of my bed!
I'd rather have taken the bullet instead.
The decisions that I make
are the one's I try to escape.
There's no escaping your identity
like running from fate.
I stop off on the side of the road to re-hydrate
and find myself all alone on a blind date
with a dead girl with a blank face;
With death and her hands are shaking as she looks at me.
I guess she thought I'd be taller than I turned out to be.
I'm sorry to disappoint, that seems to be my role these days.
I'll keep you warm though, and intrigued with the chase.
You could probably catch me, I won't be running away.
All I want is to get found.
I want off this wet ground.
Someone pick me up
with the solution of sound.
I get what I deserve,
I reap what I sow.
karma came to get me
and it wouldn't let me go.
So I sit inside it's basement,
cold and dark indeed.
This is the place for my inspiration to feed.
I need all that I can now that I left my home.
But there's no comfort to be found when the angel won't answer her phone.