Build your society around your friends
The two or three you keep real close...

Angels lay wings upon us
While we dream in heaven above...

And she lies awake
nervous and sick...

I know a girl
whose body is so old...

Music travels in different waves
High and low, never the same...

Sitting around in a different state of mind
Trying to find my place in this downbeat world...

Apathy has consumed our eyes
Nurturing blindness coats our words...

Overwhelming thoughts are flooding my desires.
This meaningless intimacy has disconnected...

They say flowers always die and feelings do too
And that flowers aren't always pretty...

Golden flowers held in bands
Rot away in your hands...

Dwell in your place, your existence is fading
Ideas are wrong and your words are so guilty...

You have no idea that I cry
Cause dreams are always true in a way...