The phone rings and I don’t answer | |
Good news always waits | |
And I scream into the pillow | |
But I never shed a tear | |
So I tear away the blankets | |
My heart beats bleeding knuckles | |
In your eyes I feel the magnet | |
Falling to the floor I melt | |
I am higher than the mountains | |
I am lower than the dirt | |
All alone I sit and wonder if time will take away the hurt | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
I’m the man around the corner | |
Bottle in a bag | |
Numbing pain inside me inside | |
I step up into the sky | |
There’s no room for the dreamer | |
The world has shut its eyes | |
Scratching icy fingers dig deep into my spine | |
Your train has come and left you and there’s no other on the way | |
Three days before the end of the month and I got no place to stay | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
Now I’m looking out my new window, cigarette in hand | |
See the empty faces scattered like the sand | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins |
The phone rings and I don' t answer | |
Good news always waits | |
And I scream into the pillow | |
But I never shed a tear | |
So I tear away the blankets | |
My heart beats bleeding knuckles | |
In your eyes I feel the magnet | |
Falling to the floor I melt | |
I am higher than the mountains | |
I am lower than the dirt | |
All alone I sit and wonder if time will take away the hurt | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
I' m the man around the corner | |
Bottle in a bag | |
Numbing pain inside me inside | |
I step up into the sky | |
There' s no room for the dreamer | |
The world has shut its eyes | |
Scratching icy fingers dig deep into my spine | |
Your train has come and left you and there' s no other on the way | |
Three days before the end of the month and I got no place to stay | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
Now I' m looking out my new window, cigarette in hand | |
See the empty faces scattered like the sand | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins |
The phone rings and I don' t answer | |
Good news always waits | |
And I scream into the pillow | |
But I never shed a tear | |
So I tear away the blankets | |
My heart beats bleeding knuckles | |
In your eyes I feel the magnet | |
Falling to the floor I melt | |
I am higher than the mountains | |
I am lower than the dirt | |
All alone I sit and wonder if time will take away the hurt | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
I' m the man around the corner | |
Bottle in a bag | |
Numbing pain inside me inside | |
I step up into the sky | |
There' s no room for the dreamer | |
The world has shut its eyes | |
Scratching icy fingers dig deep into my spine | |
Your train has come and left you and there' s no other on the way | |
Three days before the end of the month and I got no place to stay | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins | |
Now I' m looking out my new window, cigarette in hand | |
See the empty faces scattered like the sand | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
Not ashamed of the way I feel | |
I know my world is real | |
But time and time again I run away | |
For years I walked in circles | |
For a time I stayed within | |
In time I learned my lesson | |
Everyday my world still spins |