I caught the sun with my hand
Kneeled down and put you in
you were lost like the winters wind
that the birds flew south breathe in
you were found in a garden like a gnome
a queen without her throne
now we watch the sinking ships
in the water where the mandolin flows

yes, ive seen a fish swim backwards
up stream from Pompeii
luckily for you and me
we are paperwieghts
theres a cloud oversight
with no water to fall
we were lost in a cyberswamp
where puddles are in debt to the rain

do you can see the strings hang
from the tallest building in sight?
feel these chords I play
and hear these words I say
when theres a leak inside our minds
the walls start to rot
and when the dam gives in to the rain
it's all that we've got left

We all have a little tick
a little something that always sticks
and your mouth it moves like clockwork
...since birth
so
countdown days on each finger
our days they are numbered and
outside the mirror ages you
but the face inside it still portrays you now

lose yourself and find it again

if you listen to the wind
you will find yourself within it
and as the night approaches dawn
your mind is here but your bodies gone
so
countdown days on each finger
our days they are numbered and
outside the mirror ages you
but the face inside it still portrays you now

people they prosper inside their own lights
and every thought you made used to keep me awake at night
now the silence leads to an eerie calmness inside of this place
that i cant erase

it wasnt too long ago that you said to me
just do what you feel and live your life carefree
i said but, what you do just doesnt bring me any happiness or peace
then i blink
and you're gone
from me

so dont haunt me like you used to do
i cant stand the thought of your spirit right now
and if my lonely mind would multiply not divide
i'd let you stay here and i'd live in fear

until the daylight, comes
until the daylight sun
into the daylight, run
into the daylight, love
getting too near, inside of here
phobic of the sun the moon and the rain
cant contain so i shapeshift

so take what I get and give what I got
I am a man with no future and a man with no plot
feel it in my bones never thought id hear myself say
i'd let you stay here

until the daylight sun
until the daylight comes
into the daylight run
into the daylight love
followed to close behind your ghost unfolding
phobic of the sky the grass and the trees
and i cannot untrain, my spirits

Iceberg inside of my heart
winter storm inside myself
clouds pass through my eyes
feel them evaporate in my head

Ive got a numbskull
a numbskull
thats what you said

Playing a game of cards against yourself
the dealer is the joker too
and if the kings the one who wears the crown
then what does that make you?

A Numbskull
Ive got a numbskull
thats what you said

Write in my will "Numbskull"

Anesthesia in my brain
at the bottom of a fishtank
a decoration in the waters from where we used to drink
you stare deep within
see a reflection of your skin
and a numbskull staring back at you with a wide eyed childlike grin

boundaries protect me from you
boundaries that we cannot see through
locked my lips shut but i cannot see you
but i know we will be ingrained forever

got dressed at sunrise in that same suit and tie
but surely it was nightfall when we locked minds
wrap your mask around me i can feel the warmth and i said
the only thing on my head is that this would make a good
...portrait

have i grown since the last time?
a light has shown on the inside
once i dove into the sunshine
cast down dust in the meantime

godspeed, save me
life's a wishing well
so i sleep, safely
collecting falling change
because
my caged, beauty
wants nothing to do with me
so I stay quiet
and dream eternally

is it a phase or a lifestyle
being yourself, do you know how?
what are you doing, where'd ya go now?
escaped down a hole in the ground

well
godspeed, save me
life is a wishing well
so i'll stay, safely
collect the falling change
and
like the dead
i dont eat, i dont speak at all
so i stay quiet
cash in on dreams that fall

On a day as good as this
I should be roaming wild and free
instead of on this path of lonely
for all eternity

On a day as good as this
I should be hanging with the trees
In my arms you should be wrapped tightly
foreboding ancient memories

Can you smell the spirits in the air?
Can you smell the spirits in the air?
Can you smell the spirits in the air?

And before you realize it'll be another day gone
with no hands of time to hold onto
I'm a chooser not a beggar
On a day as good as this.