open up those wild eyes to the sun
and hit that drum
open up those wild eyes to the sun
any child knows
a drummers work is never done 
the many promises i made to myself
stacked like silver on a shelf
i used to sit on the wall
i was a frozen fly, a painted waterfall
one day i'll stand up and leave this room
i'm taking off the bandages off too soon 
gonna dive and make a passage
through the hollow ground
trying to get away from
this circus of the mind