More times than five I've been right here by your side.
Still wondering... where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle;
Don't want to be 'round when you take yourself out.
But I have more vigour than this.
Step to the plate to swing and miss.
And it's a complicated life,
When how you live is how you die.
Looks like your soul is connected to a wall.
A photograph stands by the bed,
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine,
But lived the next day, and put the malice away.
And that's when I noticed the drip,
Ignored the line that didn't skip.
It seemed the blue suburban sky
Turned to grey, polluted night.
So now you sleep inside this s***e,
A bed of roses that thorns replaced.
No more sleepless nights.
Just for me, but as for you, a memory.
Still wondering... where did you go?
Walk down the hall in a mental menacle;
Don't want to be 'round when you take yourself out.
But I have more vigour than this.
Step to the plate to swing and miss.
And it's a complicated life,
When how you live is how you die.
Looks like your soul is connected to a wall.
A photograph stands by the bed,
Of better times, when we crumbled with our spine,
But lived the next day, and put the malice away.
And that's when I noticed the drip,
Ignored the line that didn't skip.
It seemed the blue suburban sky
Turned to grey, polluted night.
So now you sleep inside this s***e,
A bed of roses that thorns replaced.
No more sleepless nights.
Just for me, but as for you, a memory.