like a turtle on it's back

like a blind man walking the streets of new york

like a fire in a glass

my heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag



i seperate the memories

i think of the things that i've done wrong

i throw them away to conceal the pain

it was one long night i've been beat down



trapped so deep i can't even breath

i scream an unanswered call

it's six forty-two in the a.m.



when the brustle meets the rush

as the blind man walks the streets of new york

as the fire turns to smoke

the lack of oxygen causes me to choke



i bet you can't live life like that