Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around
I gave it up first I’m getting off I wouldn’t
Sexy machine pumping iron yet knew how to breathe worldly
I see you I want you, to know to follow me, to follow
Pains, veins The crying god Souls lost forever to hell Tortured and tormented All is not well
I see you, I see through you you’re scared - I understand you float above the ground afraid if you touched you might feel again and
Seeds of hope I hear those words on late night TV
Nothing quite brings me back to you like remembering that you’re there this is all
Even though I know I probably won’t Be able To read That... tomorrow...
The hunt was on For seeking truth, Seeking answers Locked & loaded They begin
And the river gates flooded open like a damn that had finally been let down I was down open, could I be touched
It seems like it’s been forever & here I am again So familiar, yet so distant What’s changed? How do we get it back
No strings, no ring for my finger exclusive
Sometimes we have to fall so that we can
I felt a hand squeeze me tight then I saw your eyes they glistened in the summer sun I remember the way you looked the way you smiled