my spirits take me to another place
i never have to know my real face
in my brown bag i know i cannot die
my sour breath to you will testify
hey man do you wanna drown
while your bottle drinks you down
(i hear you say) save me, save me
hey man do you wanna drown
my treasured poison, you control my days
you spin my life while i forget my name
i'm in a prison of my own demise
see no escaping through my red-lined eyesI know he called me yesterday to
say all the things that he wants to
say He walks he talks, he reads my
thoughts and he's real when the sun distorts.
He spend the weekend half asleep
and dream where the sleep is deepest. We
walk we talk, reveal our thoughts and
we reel when the circuit shorts
Is this all that we need ? I don't know.
Is this all that we see ? I don't know.
Nevermore is just a while and far away
is a thousand miles. Years are light
but dark the night and everybody's
saying it'll be alright.