by mike
nowhere to fall
nowhere to speak
and theres nothing to dream
nothing to dream
and theres nothing to do
and theres nowhere to speak
atleast nowhere cool
/
recycle dreams, and darken scenes
strippin down til its clean
its not the same but its sweet
evaluating your moods
like a telescoping aimed at the moon
/
i feel nothing
its a chore
and im bluffing
i feel nothing
its a bore
i feel nothing
/
and i cant wait for the time that we can repaint the world
im a product of sunshine,
and all my enemies and friends
/
i feel nothing
its a chore
and im bluffing
i feel nothing
its a bore
i feel nothing
/
and i cant wait for the time that we can repaint the world
im a product of sunshine,
and all my enemies and friends
/
humming
