All in all we're fading Like a soul lost in the wilderness We're cold and we're cut off from it Not knowing where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem
As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin, so sweet Your hair like darkest loom Like
You were my desire And I was your boy then I never knew what love was for You would never tire And I was so selfish, so sure And yet so insecure And we
I want a girl with a college head Not some dizzy mind I want somebody with some sentiment You want to waste my time I want a house in New Orleans You
Well I hear there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well It goes like this,
Here we are 21st century darlings All we are is just spinning wheels Headless kings without the will to dream Tarot cards and saccharin Dating games and
Ohh, the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony, the
Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach If you listen close enough you
The fairy tale has found an end The beauty that belonged back then had gone I wonder where it all went wrong The dream, the love, the recompense, the
And so we broke up and so you decided It's you, it's always you Even though we're friends, I felt uninvited The fraternity of fools And I'm drowning
Tried everything to find you I even took the stairway to hell I wrote these words down to remind you That I know life is never pass or fail So hand me
Oh, my God, here I go again Jumping off this platform to another end Oh, my God, see me going deep Won't You take these millstones From around my feet
You are the sunshine I am the rain that falls in line You are a candle And I am your darkness You are the moonlight I am the cloud that passes by You
There's no one stirring on my street tonight There's no one leaning on my window pane, that's right No one to ascertain or just apologize to There's no
I'm coming out like a .45 Spinning like a Wurlitzer on overdrive Feeling like electro glide Touch down satellite, feel alright Tonight, return of love
You are the center of your own private little constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way it
Oh no look at the sun Here it comes another Monday Without warning man time shoots down the drain Take a look your life is over Did you pick a four leaf
