lfdfforever
05/15/07, 12:04 PM
I’m calm at the break of this silver night
Waiting for an urge full of doubts and a stale taste
I disbelieve my own disbelief with nothing
But a third thought to call my first bright idea
Choosing without a choice at hand
Only shares your major faults to a minor audience
They want to see a memory of pain
Because their sensors have become numb
To all the deep ended feelings in this simple,
Oh so simple place
Take the steps to the backward sidewalk
Stand and plant your feet on the concrete
It isn’t real, it isn’t really there
You’re cooking up a picture in the center of your brain
For so many years my judgment of you
Has drove me oddly insane
But I think I’m starting not to think about it anymore
As free as we think are
We really are so far from absolute freedom
You can talk, but who’s going to listen?
You can dance, but who’s going to watch?
We know where to move
We just don’t know how to make it happen
Waiting for an urge full of doubts and a stale taste
I disbelieve my own disbelief with nothing
But a third thought to call my first bright idea
Choosing without a choice at hand
Only shares your major faults to a minor audience
They want to see a memory of pain
Because their sensors have become numb
To all the deep ended feelings in this simple,
Oh so simple place
Take the steps to the backward sidewalk
Stand and plant your feet on the concrete
It isn’t real, it isn’t really there
You’re cooking up a picture in the center of your brain
For so many years my judgment of you
Has drove me oddly insane
But I think I’m starting not to think about it anymore
As free as we think are
We really are so far from absolute freedom
You can talk, but who’s going to listen?
You can dance, but who’s going to watch?
We know where to move
We just don’t know how to make it happen