| Lyrics: | this is the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking
for identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do
i own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but
the water is much to cold
i`m going down through a poke in my vein
i`m moving up to
where i`m going insane
caught in the middle for it`s too high a stake
i`m popping out of my
rebirthday cake
i`m shooting up through a whole in my head
see me falling through the safety
net
no boundaries no strings attached
i am free so don`t you mess with me
sing a
loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i feel fine
tell a crude
joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep with snakes
this is
the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween
endlessly seeking for
identitiy
of what there is and what there seems to be
do i am just what i recall
do i
own waht belongs to all
a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold
i`d love to get it but
the water is much to cold
stuck in the middle i can barely move
i feel my feet are marching
to the good groove
i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot
hell i`m free so don`t you
mess with me
sing a loud song
and draw a few lines
the world is a mess
and i
feel fine
tell a crude joke
about the sign of the times
have faith and you can sleep
with snakes |
