Jan 26, 2005 14:28
The decks just build and break
Everybody takes
Here I stand waiting to be moved
Just a problem solved
Slowly it dissovles
The crowd that I'm passing through
It feels so good to feel
There's nothing here that's real
For once in your life
Are you part of this machine
Are you living in this dream
Are you at where I'm at
Everyone is fixed
And callings to the sky
From 2am to 6
A candy-coated high
In the dawn it was clear
You were lost in the night
In the calm that was here
As you're washed in the light
And glad it feels so good to feel
There is nothing here that's real