Fits And Starts
Museé Mécanique
These postures are cold,
Seems that I'm fine
To not to do anything,
Then again, who's looking?
This scene's getting old,
Yet I can't seem to take the fact,
I might just give up,
So it goes.. Who's for it?
My eyes have gone numb,
What's the use when I can't see a thing anymore?
Poor, tired,
And lonely.
It's what I hear when I'm lost
And alone in the dark
This is my song,
It comes in phrases as,
It fits and it starts,
This simple last song
This town is erased,
Maybe it's just me but all it's spark,
Are all blank,
Who forgot to write them?
The wilderness taped,
Shut in back with two bikes and a cigarette machine,
They are all deserted
It's what I hear when I'm lost
And alone in the dark
This is my song,
It comes in phrases as,
It fits and it starts
This simple last song
This wall was condemned,
Thought it might decide to fall on a man,
In the night,
To said, to notice,
The pieces fall in,
Shattered bricks like the sound of an old dixie band,
Those holy waters,
It's what I hear when I'm lost
And alone in the dark
This is my song,
It comes in phrases as,
It fits and it starts
This simple last song...