First lets start in a way for me
that is over the top, but I can’t.
So I have to ask how am I
letting all this free thinking get out of hand,
So lets put up a red fence before we get here.
I’m not so sure how safe I feel under
all these corrugated ideas.
How much infiltrated light comes shining through the dark brume overhead
when you smile. Someone out there has been good to you.
But you’re always asking for more advice about simple things.
Remember back in the day when something little had meant too much.
And now I know that we are out of touch
Now I wonder why I’m in this unknown place I know I have been.
These broken project buildings are fading
there is not a chance you’ll see them standing.
Shining through the cracks between the rotting walls.
I sit alone a crate and my own thoughts
But you’re always asking for more advice about simple things.
Our falling out is based on lack of trust

When it’s overkill you’ll run away without a warning.
I’m approved, why does she get all the say?
Don’t you say its all charades

You talk and I see your lower lip. It is trembling.
Something here is happening and you don’t want to talk about it.
And every time it seems that we get to this point where you will run away.
That is why the pictures have fallen off the wall. Appearances broken down,
cracked, and crooked, and out of place.
Shining through the cracks between the rotting walls.
I can see the light cascading across the floor.
But you’re always asking for more advice about simple things.
Remember back in the day when something little had meant too much.
I take for granted what I cannot touch

When it’s overkill you’ll run away without a warning.
I’m approved, why does she get all the say?
Don’t you say its all charades
It’s all charades