I remember when we’d flip a coin, and off we went Our clothes up in the air, our feet were always bare We’d run up to a sign that says ‘nobody really leaves’ But everybody’s time is up eventually
A window, nothing more, but I could travel far indoors I'd roam around for days without leaving a trace Not everything is true in ugly letters that I write I’ll paint a picture too; it’s kinder to the eye
One day, when marble’s growing veins Only stone remains The world don’t seem to turn Inside, my days don’t follow nights A statue, I’m still life The heart won’t know it works
I only wear that dress to cover up a chalk-like skin I drag an empty chest, you can’t tell where I’ve been
I never sign a name; I’m a lodger no one seems to mind But when years go on unframed, what does one leave behind?
One day, when marble’s growing veins Only stone remains The world don’t seem to turn Inside, my days don’t follow nights A statue, I’m still life The heart won’t know it works
I tried to put perspective on eternity How does it look to outlive mankind? But everything seems to be a parody You can’t leave where you came from behind
One day, marble’s growing veins Only stone remains The world don’t seem to turn The world won't know it
One day, marble’s growing veins Only stone remains The world don’t seem to turn The world won't know it hurts...