Look Around

Lyrics

In Between Two States of Being

I’m wide awake, my mind is blank. The sound settles, the trucks brake. I get up already late. Every color turns grey. Barbed wire, burning tires, a smiling face in the choir. Letting go of my desires, throwing the books into the fire. Drinking in my apathy, I woke up in a dream. There isn’t a “real me” when I’m in between two states of being. A mugshot, a broken watch, some souvenirs as an afterthought. The man I was and who I’ve become are both coming back like it or not. Making a wish, digging a ditch with lips of a fish in the black garden. Powder kegs exploding as the last train was loading. Drinking in my apathy, I woke up in your dream. There isn’t a “real me” when I’m in between two states of being. When I’m in between two states of being.

Long Drive

Long drive, same one a thousand times. The Northern pass through the mountains black to the cliffs I resign. Long drive like so many other nights. Feeling sugar sick in the town of tickets clutching the wheel real tight. There’s no end in sight. I pry open my eyes on a long drive. Long drive, thoughts in my head collide with every driver that followed this path and read the same signs. Long drive, staring at the taillights. The red abstract tangled map of earthly delights. Long drive, I left without a guide. The coffee sweat is cold and wet, counting the exits ’til I can rest. Head swimming with regret of cities passed all chrome and flesh. An endless abyss of black pavement. The oncoming traffic my only friend as it passes me by.

Look Around

You are a sight for sore eyes. We work so hard and don’t even know why. Just the thought of you gets me by through an endless afternoon and through the night. Through the night. Look around, this is your life. Do you like what you see? Because now is really happening. Ribbon tied on your neck so tight. Never tried to pull it, but I might. We struggle to escape as we climb into that old mine and see what we find. Let’s see what we can find. You are a sight for sore eyes. I want it right now but I know it takes time. We could disappear from this and take flight. Skip like stones under the moonlight. Under the moonlight. Look around, this is your life. Do you like what you see? Because now is really happening. Happening. Happening.

No One

Who needs friends? They're in my head, in my head. And on the screen and in the books I’ve read, in the books I’ve read. Who needs the truth when I’ve got the news? I'm gonna open up to no one. I'm gonna keep in touch with no one. I'm gonna say “how was your day?” to no one. I'm gonna wake up next to no one. Who needs things to do, I've got my own hotel room. It’s clean when I get back in the afternoon. Who needs the truth when I’ve got a view? Who needs friends? They’re in my head, in my head. And on the screen and in the books I’ve read, the books I’ve read. Who needs a view, If I’m not sharing it with you?

Only The Names

Weird, it's been years since I've been here. It’s coming back so clear. When I had a thirst for blood and you were a figment of my imagination. Hey, we're standing in the same place as 10 years ago today. Only the names have changed, either way. Maybe I’m too late? Baby, I can wait. Lately, the closer I get I feel further away. Wait, I can’t take the pace my memory is erased. I can’t seem to stay out of harm’s way. Home ater traveling the globe. I never felt so old. At the places we used to go, this time alone.

Still Life

Snow in slow motion in my memory. Blackout devotion, I’d wait endlessly. Jamming the tokens in the pinball machine. I know we haven’t spoken in an eternity. At the end of the night a still life. A still life. Back when the Boulevard was open in ancient history. Back when I was hoping for a recovery. Taking my time fighting the descent, nevermind the elephant. Tentacles choking, hanging on my neck. In the backyard smoking we laughed about it. Tales from the road, the mannequins say “it felt like a lifetime in a day”. Snow in slow motion…

Takes Its Toll

It lingers on and it will for years to come. You sold the farm to punish everyone. And it’s not like us to hold a grudge but it all became too much. Think you know someone, well what do they become? Your childhood in a second could be gone. Thought I was strong, thought I’d move on, thought I’d seen enough. Whoa, whoa It takes its toll on you. You. It takes its toll on you. You’re digging a hole you’ll ever get out of. A vessel floating on the current. The rock wall is standing tall holding back the flood. Whoa, whoa. It takes its toll on you. You. It takes its toll on you. Your golden teeth won’t make it underground. Eventually the living melt it down. Panic sets in, don’t know where I’ve been, past is the present tense. I want to forgive, I want to forget, I want it all to end. Whoa, whoa. It takes its toll on you.

So Long

I don’t know what it’s all for and I don’t really try to figure it out anymore. The universe is drifting apart, and it’s speeding up the further away it gets from us. Stuck in a box, waiting to get wound up. Falling outta touch with everything and everyone. The TV snow is the afterglow. I’m just sitting on the couch and watching the show. I’ve been waiting so long for something to happen but I was wrong. I’d show you what I’m made of, but what am I made of? What am I made of?

Someone Else

Are you taken aback? Are you taking me back? Have you given up hope? Am I driving you mad? Are we off the track? Did you forget to laugh? You’ve been punished enough, even I can see that! You’ve become someone else, and I haven’t been myself. You’re slipping through my grasp and you’re slipping through the cracks. The seasons drag, flaws start to crack. And I became an almanac of rain on the glass, of figures and facts. Nothing coming up, nothing in the past. Yeah. You’ve become someone else, and I haven’t been myself. You’re slipping through my grasp and you’re slipping through the cracks. Sky full of bats, stars and smokestacks. I hear what you said but couldn’t react. Now days have past, the time’s come at last…