Pouring out the plastic paint Thought my hands were full of clay Now I’m drinking 7-up
Joseph’s dad’s a ladies man He’s sinking into what he can I thought I looked with both my eyes Said life is only half my size
Stay inside ignore all that motion Build some stranger in my mind Giving context to a still life
Take the picture and blackout I know I’m higher in the cloud The irony of how I die When I shut my eyes too tight
There’s a wall within that forward motion Makes me lonely-rational Molding nonsense from a cycleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
