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That First Brick
03:47
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The voice of the lost still can't be found
Open hearts don't mean a thing to some
Is there a reason for your ignorance
To me, it makes no sense
The words that mean so much to those
Who spill them out for the whole wide world
Their fears and love pour from their mouths
Regardless of how it may sound
No giving from your heart any more
Closed yourself off from humanity
Reality
So I'm breaking down the walls
And I'm breaking down the barriers
And every night I lie awake
Thinking about how
To move that first
That first brick
Walk around like your faultless
Like your right in every fucking way
The sun in yours and yours alone
To one will counter what you say
Be all and end all epitome
Of every body within this scene
Your eyes tell other stories
You'll never admit quite what they mean
Finding yourself in a glass bottle
Won't help you find your way
So I'm breaking down the walls
And I'm breaking down the barriers
And every night I lie awake
Thinking about how
To move that first
That first brick
Being known, doesn't grant authority
No matter how significant you may be
Does a line that hits below the belt
Get even close to make you see
You're another person who's lost at sea
With the same problems as anybody else
Who wants to show the world
Themselves externally
So I'm breaking down the walls
And I'm breaking down the barriers
And every night I lie awake
Thinking about how
To move that first
That first brick
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2. |
Left Chooses the Right
03:57
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I've given up eating
So I'm throwing up instead
I mean, well, who's gonna love me anyway
I'm walking down paths
That I already know
50 people pass me by
As I'm walking on my own
Glowing colours in their hair
Close my eyes as I walk past their
Candle lights, flourescent whites, shine in their eyes
Their coloured eyes
Pack me up and take me home
I know, my body's falling apart
But time goes on and I'm still left in the dark
It's crazy the numbers
Of the people I walk past, slow
Never knowing the thoughts
That flow straight through their heads
The times I've walked on by
Forgetting that maybe they're as lost as me
"So I'll give up forgetting and hold on to giving
my cigarette to the man that needs it most."
"He needs it most"
Pack me up and take me home
I know, my body's falling apart
But time goes on and I'm still left in the dark
Packing up my bags with all that I own
Hoping for daylight's kiss
A moment if, the left chooses the right.
Back up. Wait a minute,
there's another passing moment,
There's a flicker of light
I saw in the sky
Fading delicately, back into night
Let's hope it's not somebody's daylight
I'm sleeping standing up
Ive never wanted my own bed so much
So much
Pack me up and take me home
I know, my body's falling apart
But time goes on and I'm still left in the dark
Packing up my bags with all that I own
Hoping for daylight's kiss
A moment if, the left chooses the right.
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Paper sheets, blank white pages
Spaces for thoughts to fill
You've broken the back of your own book now
All the time passed you by and you don't know how
To say you didn't do the things you said you would
The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you
What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again.
Holding back, hiding your self inside
What's there left to prove that isn't you?
Is there a reason, or a meaning,
or is it just you dont believe in yourself?
There's still half your book left
The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you
What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again
Staring out the windows
As the countries pass me by
With my headphones on so quiet
This small adventure is all mine
The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you
What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again
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In the headlights
Of the cars passing by
Is the shadow of the empty man
That's left behind
There's another a man
Who can tell a lie
By the way you look in the distance
And he's got no soul
And his voice cuts through
Any lines you tell him
In all honesty
But he'll still say it's not true
There's an emptiness inside me
That only he can apparently see
And he asked me, could I really be
Who I need, who I need to be?
Tell a liar fom another
Tell the honest from the true
So an actor I am
The kind of person I am
It's so easy being self absorbed
Bring your beer and your ear
And I can tell you so much more
In his black coat
With his beer in his hand
Unaware of the riot that's about to start
In your eyes I see it
But in your voice I don't believe it
Cuz the liar here is you
He's got black eyes
And he's got no soul
And his voice cuts through
Any lines you tell him
In all honesty
But he'll still say it's not true
There's an emptiness inside me
That only he can apparently see
And he asked me, could I really be
Who I need, who I need to be?
He asked me who I need to be.
Tell me now it's all done
When it's not even yet begun
I do my best to try and stay true
Bring your beer
And your ear
And a real heart could really help too
He's got black eyes
And he's got no soul
And his voice cuts through
Any lines you tell him
In all honesty
But he'll still say it's not true
There's an emptiness inside me
That only he can apparently see
And he asked me, could I really be
Who I need, who I need to be?
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I can barely consider us friends these days
When in the back of my mind there's so many things
I wish that I could say to your face
Every single fucking day
But I can't. No, I can't.
How time flies and how time dies
And how the memories get left behind
Forgetting's not an option this time
Now I'm back here in your life
The insecurities are all too ripe
Return of the forgotten flaws
I left when I last came home from yours
Like a work of art on a dirty canvas
When the paint dries up all the colour gets lost
I'll take this loss and find my own fun
Cuz I don't need your hand
Well I'm not Michael Caine and I'm certainly not Jude Law
But I'll sure as hell act like Alfie now
The incestuous nature of your friends
Still appears to be here, never to end
Have you ever heard of growing up
And finding your own way
Pass the time with myself in the starlight
Hold myself together, it's easy...
Like a work of art on a dirty canvas
When the paint dries up all the colour gets lost
I'll take this loss and find my own fun
Cuz I don't need your hand
Well I'm not Michael Caine and I'm certainly not Jude Law
But I'll sure as hell act like Alfie now
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