I pull down upon the heavens,
And I hold out my hands...
If tomorrow does not come to me,
You know, I would not care...
I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...
At the end of the show
when all is said and done...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
Sometimes I am so full of self-doubt
I allow myself feel the Worlds pain...
I hear sirens richotching cross chipped billboards
drowning in a sea of people with colored hats...
That’s all folks, it’s no illusion.
Money talks, that’s your solution...
There was a time when you used
to built me up instead of putting...
like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...
There are people you have yet to meet
who would feel threatened by your silence...
I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...