When the sun rose again, to find find us alone
in the chill in the morning, in the chill of your home
i was cursing to myself that i'd never come again
in the sick of my stomache there were b***erflies again
there were giant frozen potholes
and guilty nervous friends
yes those days were good days
as days some times are
but they stay i'm are leaving
with all these new stars with open ended invitations
you'd soak them in
with the sting of the dye
only i knew what you ment
for the i is a shadow
and put the earth on itself
my friends are just animals floating on a shelf
that'll one day be frozen or melted inslightly
or a thousand other things; that'll someday be a catasporphy
in the dark of our lives with synthetcating machines
to pretend it's today not to fall asleep and dream
so the march that i saw on my way down a walk
which is similar like a halo and a cross on your neck
and i drink myself to sleep if only it could be dark
somewhere out on heaven without the glimmer of the stars
without the promise or something without the terror of nothing
without the promise of something w/o the terror of nothing
without the promise of something w/o the terror of nothing
in the chill in the morning, in the chill of your home
i was cursing to myself that i'd never come again
in the sick of my stomache there were b***erflies again
there were giant frozen potholes
and guilty nervous friends
yes those days were good days
as days some times are
but they stay i'm are leaving
with all these new stars with open ended invitations
you'd soak them in
with the sting of the dye
only i knew what you ment
for the i is a shadow
and put the earth on itself
my friends are just animals floating on a shelf
that'll one day be frozen or melted inslightly
or a thousand other things; that'll someday be a catasporphy
in the dark of our lives with synthetcating machines
to pretend it's today not to fall asleep and dream
so the march that i saw on my way down a walk
which is similar like a halo and a cross on your neck
and i drink myself to sleep if only it could be dark
somewhere out on heaven without the glimmer of the stars
without the promise or something without the terror of nothing
without the promise of something w/o the terror of nothing
without the promise of something w/o the terror of nothing