Beauty comes a dime a dozen** Sliding through the cracks Sticky change if you ask me But I don't check the facts I'm a penny-pinching prophet All premonitions made out to cash My fingers dig between the floorboards But there are *some things I can't grasp
I laugh at the sound of the wind As it echoes through my mind Telling me stories of memories I had previously left behind with caricatures of faces I can no longer remember in reality And songs from past places That bring me down with the emotional gravity And I was my thoughts spin around and around I get dizzy from the intensity and my sanity Can no longer be found Yet I can still hear the wind And I laugh at the sound
I still dream of you sometimes Press snooze Just ten more minutes With the idea of you With the idea I'm not alone That someone would look at me With amazement in their eyes Just ten minutes Okay?