this is the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking for identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do i own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
i`m going down through a poke in my vein
i`m moving up to where i`m going insane
caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake
i`m popping out of my rebirthday cake
i`m shooting up through a whole in my head
see me falling through the safety net
no boundaries no strings attached
i am free so don`t you mess with me
sing a loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i feel fine
tell a crude joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep with snakes
this is the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking for identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do i own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
stuck in the middle i can barely move
i feel my feet are marching to the good groove
i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot
hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me
sing a loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i feel fine
tell a crude joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep with snakes
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking for identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do i own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
i`m going down through a poke in my vein
i`m moving up to where i`m going insane
caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake
i`m popping out of my rebirthday cake
i`m shooting up through a whole in my head
see me falling through the safety net
no boundaries no strings attached
i am free so don`t you mess with me
sing a loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i feel fine
tell a crude joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep with snakes
this is the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking for identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do i own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but the water is much to cold
stuck in the middle i can barely move
i feel my feet are marching to the good groove
i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot
hell i`m free so don`t you mess with me
sing a loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i feel fine
tell a crude joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep with snakes