Hear the sound of crying drifting in my brain,
elevator prozac going insane.
Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck.
Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change.
I feel a hole inside my body.
I want to go where insects hide the silence.
I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes.
Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails,
history is the only thing that can take care of us.
I sleep on a concrete bed,
wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes.
elevator prozac going insane.
Dislocated daybreak hangs around my neck.
Pale against the canvas, get ready for a change.
I feel a hole inside my body.
I want to go where insects hide the silence.
I wake up to see all the long faces, leaving traces of broken hopes.
Life leaves shortcuts of happy trails,
history is the only thing that can take care of us.
I sleep on a concrete bed,
wake up to see all the long faces leaving traces of broken hopes.