Pick up the phone
Nobody's there...
Trampled in dust
flying over my own visage...
I feel the lock turn
turn the lock and hide the key...
Smile for a while
In your very own style...
The first stage begins when you are just born...
Never really knew
Why the wind blew...
If truth fell from your lips
As often as a lie...
I cant understand
why you can't understand...
Life is short, live it
up they say but could that not...
Running through secret woods
Dirt smeared against our cheeks...
At the end of the day
we take comfort that...
I realized looking back
Doesn't give you slack...