And if the bottle's no solution |
| Why does it feel so warm |
| And if that girl is no solution |
| Why did she feel so warm |
| And if to feel is no solution |
| Why do I feel |
| Why do I feel so tired |
| Why do I feel so broken |
| Why do I feel so outside |
| Why do I seem so blind |
| I'm so sick of feeling |
| It's ruined my life |
If living rough is no solution |
| Why does it ease my mind |
| If looking back is no solution |
| Why are we all |
| Nothing but children |
| Children inside |
Why do the Gods |
| Sit back and watch |
| So many lost |
| What kind of mother |
| Leaves a child in the traffic |
| Turning tricks in the dark |
| What kind of God? |
I crawled around inside myself |
| It was a long way down |
| It was a mine and it was mine |
| And in the darkness |
| I saw a perfect mirror |
| Floating in space |
When I meet God |
| I'm going to ask her |
| What makes her cry |
| What makes her laugh |
| Is she just stars and indigo gas |
| Does she know why |
| Love has no end |
| But it's dark-angel friend |
| Tearing women and men |
| Slowly apart |
Stain |
| Don't do that |
| Scream |
| Don't do that |
| Fail |
| Never do that |
| Never do that |
| I want to go out |
| Don't do that |
| I want an adventure |
| Just stay.. |
| I want |
| Just stay in |
| I want to make love |
And if the bottle's no solution |
| Why does it feel so warm |
| And if looking back is no solution |
| Why are we all just children inside |
| And if to feel is no solution |
| Why does the whole damn world feel so broken |
| So outside and out-of-sorts |
A perfect mirror |
| Floating in space |
| Waves and numbers |
| But oh, such beautiful numbers |
| And oh, such waves.. |