narrator
11-30-2002, 05:59 PM
There was a silhouette of the moon behind the shattered sightline
And the process of shutting down was slow
There was a bitter taste of waiting within the streetlights outside
But the words I said were nothing you would know
Joke around then watching me
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Joke around and cause a sound
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Reverberating across the empty halls
The water slowed within me and the pain succeeded
Noting the hands on the clock at the dead hour
I would wait and wait, only to wait some more
So many perfect pains around
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Too many things unattained, found
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Dancing with my tortured mind
I can’t get well, can’t get well, can’t get well
The more I wait the less I find
I can’t get well, can’t get well, can’t get well
I was waiting for sleep
But now I can cope without it
I serve the pain that comforts me
I know I fell, I can’t get well
You can tell, then I fell, one foot in hell
And the process of shutting down was slow
There was a bitter taste of waiting within the streetlights outside
But the words I said were nothing you would know
Joke around then watching me
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Joke around and cause a sound
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Reverberating across the empty halls
The water slowed within me and the pain succeeded
Noting the hands on the clock at the dead hour
I would wait and wait, only to wait some more
So many perfect pains around
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Too many things unattained, found
And then I fell, then I fell, then I fell
Dancing with my tortured mind
I can’t get well, can’t get well, can’t get well
The more I wait the less I find
I can’t get well, can’t get well, can’t get well
I was waiting for sleep
But now I can cope without it
I serve the pain that comforts me
I know I fell, I can’t get well
You can tell, then I fell, one foot in hell