Technically we still came out ahead Somewhere between here and my aching fucking head Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned
Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge
With a broken voice on a telephone You look for a place to call alone I am here, I am near and I won’t say no
In a familiar drug sick state of grace Where a beautiful song is a beautiful place
Supposedly we still came out ahead Somewhere between here and what wasn’t said Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned
Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge
With a broken voice on a telephone You look for a place to call alone I am here, I am near and I won’t say no
Getting lost is not a waste of time If you find a space and pace of mind
Getting lost is not a waste of time If you find a space and pace of mind Try so hard to moments waste Just to feel a colors taste Speak to me Speak to me Speak to me