THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM AND WHAT I DO FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY SAILOR ON YOUR SEA RUN AGROUND BY TRUSTING SIGNALS YOU WERE SENDING ME
THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH EMPTY FACES NOTHING HERE IS NEW IT'S JUST THE SAME IN OTHER PLACES I HAVE JOURNEYED TO I WAS THE FIRST ACROSS THE WATER LAST UPON THE LAND I WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINE MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND
ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY ROOM I FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD ALONE INSIDE MY TINY LITTLE WORLD
IT'S NOT MY LIFE IN THOSE OLD PICTURES ONES YOU THREW AWAY FOR I WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE AND ALWAYS FAR AWAY WALKING IN THE DARKEST PLACES WHERE THE MISSION MEETS WAITING FOR THE GROUND TO OPEN UP BENEATH MY FEET
