A busy day
with hours away...

We break into many pieces
pieces of memories and feelings...

I made a Promise to you...
that i would get back in time...

I felt so quiet
i felt so lonely...

Simple and wise boy
talking to a girl on the phone...

Wake up each day without any tears
wake up and eat breakfast with out a bitter taste...

Standing alone
walking alone...

Crumbling noises from the broken ceiling
with open window patches of strong wind...

Walking toward the sky
wondering when i'll be there...

Each morning the moment i awake
the moment i lay my eyes upon myself...

This new wicked way of express
other then the old tricks of flowers and candy...

Cover that nose
it's flying all over the place...