The crescent moon,
tattooed to the black night sky...
Mondays are the run days,
Tuesdays are the snooze days...
Talking stars, talking stars
You make my thoughts transcend...
After a while the door finally opened
Sis got me inside still battered and broken...
When a baby is born, a person dies
When someone laughs, another cries...
I was looking in the mirror and I saw a pimple
I popped it...
Such a pretty little porcelain doll
with a quaint smile painted in place...
The green horizon spreads out before me
with its delicate white clouds...
Did you do it for the money?
Did you do it for the fame...
Archery, treachery and deceit
The legend of the past...
If I only had a key in to heaven,
if I only had a friend, even two maybe seven...
I wanna be the one you dream of everyday
I wanna be your every thought...