I seem closer to it now than I did when I was a kid Cool chill across uncovered legs The way my father's fists swim through the air And the clean white sheets on the bed When he talked like someone possessed by Something only he could see – he'd say It's not always what you believe, but the way You do or don't still believe in me
Lately I've had you on my mind (If I could only know the things I knew in my dreams) If I could only see it long enough to sketch it out (I can't get a full deep breath in lately) Likе some kind of roadmap
I've the mind of a housеcat these days, I feel I can barely crawl my way through until six Taking on new frustrations like tired unsellable homes Paranoid and ghost-dense All the time endlessly dreaming But with a face like that, a voice so alive You could make the trains all run on time Or waive thousands in library fines
Lately I've had you on my mind (If I could only know the things I knew in my dreams) If I could only see it long enough to sketch it out (I can't get a full deep breath in lately) Like some kind of roadmap
This is not a house, it's just someplace where I'm living now This is not a house, it's just someplace where I'm living now This is not a house, it's just someplace, I'm barely living nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
