if you've got it tell me something you better go from the beginning.
quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2012
it's not a solid, not a soft thing to pull the wool up like a smoke screen; nobody does it like a prophet, it's gone before you know you lost it. there are reasons you keep your hands tied, there's certain things you shouldn't have tried, so if you've got it tell me something you better go from the beginning. we all forget to sleep then crash at someone's feet. everybody skips a beat. we let the chances pass, the few we held so fast...everybody breaks a glass. and here i'm standing in the middle, not just a little but a hill-full wondering how I got a head cold, wishing i didn't know what iknow. it's never been about the money, we're worthy oh you're not worthy. however much you've got on your plate, you're as good as you reciprocate. we all pretend to keep our tongue out of our cheek. everyone's the fool they seek. we all go off the track and feel for our way back. everybody breaks a glass. somewhere perfection lies but not for you and i. everybody trips sometimes...when cities fall like shacks, walls eventually crack everybody breaks a glass...