Shes no longer a big part of your small life Still you see her in your dreams When the doors are open There's no space for all components Soaking in the ocean and the sea
Well there's no purpose for the old circus in the furthest side of town Said they will always be around
When the doors are open There's no time to pause in motion Floating like a boat on solid ground
(Ali Bla Bla) I guess I'm just a mere mortal Looking for a portal to another realm Coz day to day monotony has left me overwhelmed
My mind echoes the sound of regret Thinking what might have been If things were a little more inspiring
I take a look at this old man that's retiring And know in my heart that things didn't go to plan I guess his success is relative to his cleverness But he will still die owning no land
Who have I become? I'm comfortably numb I hate to be loved I love to be glum It's easy being dumb Going nowhere is fun At least I know where I belong And I like to hide from the sun Should have stayed in my mum Wouldn't say it to her face A coward with no grace Every hour is a race To the last moments of my life When I'm finally put in my place
I watch my little brother making the same mistakes Maybe it takes being invaded to close the gates Stuck in my loner ways I'm feeling like a joke today But what's the point? There's clearly no start or end Forever tip toeing around the edge When it's time for my judgement ill have no knees left to beg Please accept my head, seeing red is often calming To some alarming, summers charming for a man that's farming
Perhaps I'm yet to see the earth Perhaps I was dead before birth Perhaps I'll be happy at worse As if being last was much better than first I'm living in the dirt Forgive me I'm hurt But I've never felt pain The silence is great And the night is my day But I like the dismay It's the only thing exciting I say I'm a knife with no blade That you won't learn to hold or obey
(Danny Wilder) She's no longer a big part of your small life Still you see her in your dreams
When the doors are open There's no space for all components Soaking in the ocean and the sea
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