the station's home for the because
the outbound line is a catalyst, for change
with your feet planted firmly on the floor, palms turned up to face the lord
make it a crazy one cause you know he's bored, today.
feigning interest in the music man,
the fire's out..will it come again?
I can't waste my time askin when & where, hooray.
so give..me..white lines
gimme sunshine rain and how
you plan to keep this chain unbound,
Friend.
my father won't be a happy man
when he learns of what I've done again
burying his face into his weathered hands, the tears
so you dig your grave & you step inside
you're feelin dead but not quite enough to die.
When you finally lay down I hope you fly, away.
when the sunflower turns to face the sun, he realizes what he's done
he steps from the flower and he is born, again.
web it tapers off and you're left confused, standing there don't know what to do
when the stalk is strong and the petals bloom, she says
so you ask for pain cause you like it now, you get set up to be let down
It's a cycle here that you have found, run away
like a museum piece in artificial light, in a glass case you've given up the fight
just sleep it away as they stop and point, you play.
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