I admit it...what's to say...yeah... I'll relive it...without pain...mmm... Backstreet lover on the side of the road I got a b...

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah ...

Son, she said, have I got a little story for you What you thought was your daddy was nothin' but a... While you were sittin' home ...

She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two yea...

Hey... oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons re...

At home Drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top Lemon yellow sun Arms raised in a V Dead lay in pools of maroon below Dadd...

Hold on to the thread The currents will shift Guide me towards you Know something's left And we're all allowed to dream Of the next ...

What the f*ck is this world Running to? You didn't leave a message At least I could have Learned your voice one last time. Daily ...

the direction of the eye so misleading the defection of the soul nauseously quick I don't question our existence I just question...

on the edge windowsill ponders his maker ponders his will to the street below he just ain't nothin' but he's got a great v...

I see the world Feel the chill Which way to go Windowsill I see the words On a rocking horse of time I see the birds in the rain Oh ...

Hey... oooh... Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revol...

Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech As he ...