river flowing, blue clouds snowing

baby, there's sand beneath my toes and a gentle breeze over my skin.
i've been sitting here just waiting for you to let me in.
let me into the thoughts you've got. i've been waiting under the weight of this sun, and believe me it's getting hot.
there's warmth under my skin.
this is something sweeter than sin.
i've been wondering what things may come,
underneath the bright bruised sun.
everything's been complicated.
everyone's been feeling broken and jaded.
we can move past all these obscurities,
and cleanse our souls in purity.
there's so much i want to say at the end of the day,
then i hold your hand and let it all slide away.


she dreams of perfect things and pristine days.
i lose my thoughts in an overgrown maze.
to see the world come crashing down is such a sight to see.
there's pretty things all around and when i finally come crashing down,
off this high that she can't have, the world will set me free.
her dreams are produced in technicolor,
and i haven't found any other girl who soothes my restless soul.
she's got me placid like a lake tucked in by mountains on every side.
in the deep refelective pool i can see someone standing next to me.
i close my eyes and when they open i'm still standing there alone.
she dreams up idyllic landscapes full of flowers; full of life.
i lose my thoughts in an overgrown maze,
only to find my way out through her guiding light.
when my heart finally slows down enough to make out a steady beat,
i lose myself in a maze of her dreams and drift slowly off to sleep.
in the morning i wake up and my thoughts dissolve back.
it was only another momentary lapse.
i fade in and out, and i stumble about.
tell me why all good things always go wrong?
when it rains in the summertime and it snows in the winter,
i always feel so empty and bitter.
does she even know she's got a hold of me?
i guess with time i'm going to see.
i'm blind to whatever else may arise.
you crashed into me hard with those soft brown eyes.

i've been walking over needles waiting for the day to break.
my feet are raw and bleeding, and my brain is now receding.
we've been through hell together but it doesn't mean a god-damned thing.
i think i'm comatose...
i can't string together enough any thought.
i've bled out on the street and everyone else has given up on me.
the needles have grown about ten inches long,
and pierced me straight through marrow and bone.
there's a special needle just for me.
they've marked a target on my brain stem.
when the hollow needle's pushed in, i forget whre iam ant howw to feeal.;'

i stitched the broken pieces of your torn world back together hoping to make it right. i have fixed those broken wings that made it impossible to fly. if you want to leave this world now, baby it's okay. i gave you small feeble wings and just a gleam of hope. i just want to let you know that it's all okay.

have you seen the bridge?
have you seen the bridge to nowhere?
i haven't heard anything new.
i think that everything's gone cold.
there's a bridge around here somewhere, but i can't tell you where it is for sure. i think that someone's coming around soon to direct which way to go.
all across this cold dark place, everybody's saving face.
i'm waiting for some stones to fall like waterfalls and take me to the bridge.
the bridge isn't over water. it's a bridge still waiting to come.
don't develop into something that i know that you are not.
like a sick creeping disease sucking the life right out of me,
i will find you where my answers lay beneath that broken bridge.
underneath the streaking stars i have seen so many cars and it seems to me that they're all looking for a bridge to take them home.
the truth is something concrete but i know that i cannot keep rambling on about bridges and feelings. this is something that i can't do.
have you seen the bridge to nowhere?
i think it's somewhere inside of you.