Bag zipped and you're ready to leave, Traverse the sky over too many waves to count, we've dated like the fashions in you old magazines, Your empty wardrobe's pack with memorires, I feel you all...
So if towns are films my estate is a western, Cowboy's on road, and indian's runnig the shops, All trigger happy if you step up to test them, Shooting their pistols off and selling head's rock, New...
Drawn together, To fall apart, This weighted silence, Could Crush our hearts, Buckled beneath this speechlessness, Are bondsjust beginning to break, Gone! We've lost that spark, I swear we were...
If perception is truth, Have I been lied to all this time? Should all my thoughts and opinions, Be trapped within these guidlines? Whats that you thought you saw? A glimpse of heaven, But i got...