Theres a hot buzzing in my head and everything vibrates to this unimaginable rhythm and it could be Monday and it could be Sunday and it could be anytime anywhere, but Im almost certain its a slow moving week thats leaving me weak while Im whiling away the days, lost like would-be paradise in the middle of the hottest afternoon. (endless) Im soul-searching for a better word than soul-searching, but nothing fits what Im desperately trying to say so I keep skipping past everything and all these soft places that hurt and all these dull spaces that flirt with the most beautiful disaster the worlds never known all these fucking miles and certainly someones being reprimanded for ever inventing things like geography in the first place. I can stand at night and stare at the stars and you can stand at night and stare at the stars and we can watch all these listless wishes fade into the ether of nothingness, but my logics so concrete which is unusual for me funny what love can do to a man.
Theres a lot buzzing in my head and all I can wonder is why anything ever became anything when it couldve just laid in bed and dreamt some eternal nothingness, never becoming things like universes and stars and planets and boys and girls with dilemmas and diplomas and a million other stories that break gods heart whenever god wonders why god decided to make anything ever become anything anyway. Anyway, I got up and wandered the halls down towards the abandoned part of the building and into the dim-lit bathroom where I tried to half-heartedly convince myself that I looked mysterious in this mirror with this lighting, but it was a ridiculous thought and I dropped it just as quick as Id picked it up So back outside for a spell in the night air with the slight chill where the fog hangs low and the streetlights burn with those crazy bronzeglow halos while I stare up at the moon casting spells for whoevers listening to Let Go when Im sure Im the only person on the planet (though could be wrong.)
All my life is coming to focus.
All my focus is coming to life.
The world is over
But I dont care
cause I am with you
Now Ive got to explain
Things, they have changed
In such a permanent way
(^Alone, Together)
Theres a lot buzzing in my head and all I can wonder is why anything ever became anything when it couldve just laid in bed and dreamt some eternal nothingness, never becoming things like universes and stars and planets and boys and girls with dilemmas and diplomas and a million other stories that break gods heart whenever god wonders why god decided to make anything ever become anything anyway. Anyway, I got up and wandered the halls down towards the abandoned part of the building and into the dim-lit bathroom where I tried to half-heartedly convince myself that I looked mysterious in this mirror with this lighting, but it was a ridiculous thought and I dropped it just as quick as Id picked it up So back outside for a spell in the night air with the slight chill where the fog hangs low and the streetlights burn with those crazy bronzeglow halos while I stare up at the moon casting spells for whoevers listening to Let Go when Im sure Im the only person on the planet (though could be wrong.)
All my life is coming to focus.
All my focus is coming to life.
The world is over
But I dont care
cause I am with you
Now Ive got to explain
Things, they have changed
In such a permanent way
(^Alone, Together)
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[Edited on Mar 20, 2006 4:38PM]