I'm shrouded and sedated Patiently awaiting For my mind to really calm down I'm afraid of being hated 'Cause I'm so jaded Not like everybody somehow
Standing alone in a mystery Standing alone in misery The start of the war, it's the first to die So on my own, in not the place to be First, I see visions
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Growin' up as a kid tough skins and Afros Wasn't South Central but still it came natural There wasn't nobody to watch my back Didn't wanna be strapped
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Blue master Thatcher got a well laid plan to make himself a singularly self-made man new Paris shirt, Ives Saint Laurent you
In a room above a busy street The echoes of a life The fragments and the accidents Separated by incidents Listen to by the walls We share the same spaces
The wind picked up, the fire spread The grapevine singing, left for dead The northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days The wake up call to
I descended a dusty gravel ridge Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge Until I eventually arrived At the place where your soul had died And barefoot in the
Cath... She stands with a well intentioned man But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile Like
When I was young lying in the grass I felt so safe in a warming bath Of sunlight, of sunlight Vast open sky could do no harm Like an embrace from mother
I have such a envy for this stranger lying next to me Who awakes in the night and slips out into the pre-dawn light No words, a clean escape, no promises
How I wish you could see the potential The potential of you and me It's like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can't read just yet You
His head was a city of paper buildings and the echoes that remained of old friends and lovers their features bleeding together in his brain, oh ho ho
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed. With a single pillow underneath your single head. I guess you decided that that old queen
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop
I'm starting to feel We stay together out of fear Of dying alone I've been slipping through the years My old clothes don't fit like they once did So
Empty stairs in a worn out house That's where she stays Where she hides out Locked up safe She explores her pain Until she leaves To explore the night
Stairs of a cathedral It's only one step to the breach He hitched her hands he hit her a blow She's helpless and her hate grows She hears the curfew -