I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster and the trash bags are your kids The ceiling is invisible, there's a bird sinkin
Open your eyes now Hear me out before I lose my mind I've been waiting for hours Let the salt flow, feel my coil unwind Give me a smile please Count
I gotta lose weight, I, I swallow honey Is my stand up show still, still, still that funny Am I back for good, I said that I, said that I would be She
The best of these eyelids Is where I keep But I will not weep there 'til you arrive With false compares My heart is unprepared For when I will see you
Her pain is a fog that he inhales Puts down the phone, neck suddenly stale It's just another night with a sad different song Heard from somewhere now
We are none of us? If I still believed in me I would lie If I had another chance I would try If I lost my dreams I would blame myself again If I were
What just happened to us I think I fell asleep at the wheel We must have crashed up the car real good Because I can't feel anything at all I'm super sorry
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster And the trash bags are your kids The ceiling is invisible There's a bird sinking
We write to apologize. We ask to look past life as it goes by. I know you have sacrificed time, life, love, time to fly. Please consider all things trite
On tree branches There are birds instead of leaves. All at once, they lift through trees To reveal the unseen. A blindfold of wings Held us from perfect
Behind closed eyelids. In very many cases, the visionary quality, the quality of the vision so to say, spills over, into the external world, so that the
foreshadow my favors dress the living room with your tears and your smile the crashing plane drops to the ground when you just narrows me and your silly
We are none of us... If I still believed in me I would lie If I had another chance I would try If I lost my dreams I would blame myself again If I were
I gotta lose weight, I, I, swallow honey, Is my stand up show still, still, still that funny, Am I back for good, I said that I, said that I would be,
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