Budapest

So much to talk about, too little time on my own,
So much to think about, too little reason to say,
There’s so much that I feel, so much that’s there ...

Voice screams out from the street below,
Inconsiderate, don't they know?
I've got a square inch of a shoulder blade
Touching air and I feel afraid oh ...

Any time I shut my eyes
I’ve done so much since still the memory shines
I can feel the cold still on my eyes
A path where there rightly should be clea...

I was miles away
Thinking about something yesterday
Something I'm doing more each day
All the time
Is it a message
Is it a sign
Is it the time to draw...

Is this the best it gets'
Before I'm laid to rest?
When I am through the gates'
With old acquaintances'
embroidering the truth.
Will stories be from p...

Here's the wake up call you ordered sir
Air conditioned smile cloned bedroom style
And I'm looking through a glass again
Maybe I'm the only one
Gravit...

Deep asleep as I awaken by a murder cry, a phone ring
Stumble around the room to find my feet
An anxious office man,
asking why I never paid on time a...

Streams of memories shrouded in orange glow.
Some twisted in time, feels like it's yesterday.
Black and white stories I see
Watered down and censored ...

See my face, it seems to be smiling again,

Hear the sound as the laughter lines crack again,

I made it through the other side,
Instead of fire, I'm ...

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