Another hour of idle thoughts won't change much
Just like the faces of the people who don't say much at all
I want to fall, I want to fall
The ticking clock is the story of me
The empty, shattered bottle in the middle of the street
Has more value than I do
The blank slate of paper staring in my direction
awaiting my emotion, my anger, my subject of affection
But they won't come at all,
because I don't live at all,
I just want to fall
*some other lyrics that I could put into song*:
The foggy atmosphere isn't the problem, it's the sun's deprivation in me
I'm aware of my surroundings, but I'm hypnotized by restraint to breathe
The dog who wags his tail and welcomes all guests
The missionary's daughter with the intense senses
The bright eyed girl with the passionate heart
Who loves music, and makes her own art
You are all living, you are all breathing, where am I headed, why aren't I bleeding!? I'm already nowhere, headed for no place, somebody save me, God, show your face
more lyrics:
I want to fall, I want to fall
the only times I've felt are when I lost it all
I want to fall, I want to fall
Nothing has color when everything's dull
Nothing has color when everything's dull
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