she loves the beautiful pictures and I love the blues
she’s got a card from across the ocean I settle for wet shoes
she's trying to change herself remains the same trying to wake up to cut it off playing by her own rules to find a rope to tie a noose no matter what she’s doing everytime her choice depends on what I choose
when I'm trying to tell my story she goes away
and when I'm trying to tell my story to the end she never has nothing to say
don't do those stupid things which you invent they're just incredible don't show me those black tears in your eyes don't tell me lies and don't put my words in your glass dusty jar they'll die inside like fireflies
and my heart was crying when you had gone
and my mind was exploding when I remembered the things that I’ve done
and nothing's left nothing happens nothing keeps the words that I have spent to change myself within my former times which I invent ‘cause you just cannot hear my whole story to the end