You go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes But not today Too slow I feel like sinking arrows in your mind You're all the same You don't have
Caged You hold so tight until your knuckles show Escape As far away as you could ever know You sink them all down And watch them float up Until the wheel
A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four The Hindley St parade shuffles to my door The hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn Twenty-five
I tell you he's a private man In a public circumstance He's eyeing off an old doorframe Looking for a drastic change It's such a shame this has to
He's at you again ray Testing out your head space No matter what you do The money still loves you You have fallen down the stairs again You might have
A combination of the two worst ideas that you might have Well don't complain when you just concede, there's nothing left for you It's sad to think
Memories are fading, A single voice complaining While days are stacking up It's hardly worth debating, The people are frustrated Drink from poison cup
I could not face I could not face you Lost my place Couldn't I fade away Feelings hide Feelings die Cannot wait To trade my place again You save face