"Feel the glow from the lampshade, its the shadow that shows his age
He's an old man with a weathered soul, who burned to live before he got
far too old
he tells stories to fill the space..."
"Staring down the walls, with your empty hands
never forced you to feel anything
stealing back the time and all the innocence of everything
has finally made you see... it's finally made you believe...."
|In the Middle|
"A makeshift mirror frames the tortured space
She's got porcelain violet angels hanging around her waist
and she's caught up in the middle of everything
The steam pours off the cost as she steals the night..."