(Benson)



This is only a bird's eye view of how I

See things between me and you

And everyone in between

It's just how it seems to be

You can't escape the jails

Or the crucifier's nails

So just have a seat

Breathe slowly and deeply

Repeat after me: i'm sorry

The tv's always on

And if you press your ear to the wall

You can hear you can hear

The tears hit the floor

You can see right through to the core

If you just wear these special glasses

I've got a theory

About the man and his wife

And how the other half dies

And what really goes on when they're all alone

So dress your sons and daughters

In neutral colors and pray

So dress your sons and daughters