meandering - funny how i can even find the words
Saturday, March 27, 2004
dont say a thing
i never needed anyone to put these feelings into words before
dont wait for it to ring
im not gonna call you right now
im saving my coins for a rainy day
was looking in my pockets for some change
i found a spool of thread and a not that read
'you'll never find it here'
its a city of coins
divided into towers of conversations
a map of people i should call
do i still have a choice?
if i knock one down will all the others fall?
watching from above
all the pieces fell in place
you see that guy? he won the race
just this once, can i not think of what i have to face?
was looking in my pockets for some change
i couldnt find it there and my whole world it all remained the same
its a city of coins
divided into towers of conversations
a map of people i should call
do i still have a choice?
if i knock one down will all the others fall?
was looking in my pockets for some change
i found a spool of thread and a not that read
'you'll never find it here'
was looking in my pockets for some change
i couldnt find it there and my whole world it all remained the same