fresh puddles fell from my finger tips
resolved to fill up
in little water hour glasses
their time wasn't enough
for devils to hold on
or angels to fall
somehow i still feel like
it meant nothing at all
sink into my skin
each cell of mine
disappointing but ever guile
and stretching for futile signs
that maybe life is still worthwhile
(fervently the wind blows cold
too slowly the days grow old
i never thought i'd be the one to make you smile
never thought i'd ever find life is still worthwhile
but your smiles faded with the snow
and i can't keep my promises
can't keep my hopes up anymore)
i feel like i'm going back to five years ago
where my life was a box and i was a broken
boy, needing to escape but so afraid of the
sky
and all my owls couldn't explain my eyes
my whole life envying the eagles' cries
i breathe hard, i stand but still can't face the day
i guess it's in my nature to end it this way
(when the lightning crossed out like paper
we were born on an empty stage
silence before the thunder still hovering
all this time the moon still couldn't engage
and all this time i'm still recovering)