Из альбома: Bottom Feeders
Come, meet me there
in the sky
search the stars
what we'll find
deep inside,
endless time
to ask a god
why we're . . .
here
we breath
can see
ourselves
why breezes blow
why we grow old
take,
me away
so far away
to any place
outer space
ask the earth
why we're . . .
here
we breath
can see
ourselves
why breezes blow
why we grow old
to face our destinies,
so find a soul and sell it cheap,
time's short and we're knee deep,
so face it, teach me to believe
or fake it, just assure me please
or fake it, just assure me please
or fake it, just assure me please.
here
we breath
can see
ourselves
why breezes blow
why we grow old