Letras
I know a time to wade through your thoughts
Like a bad time cutting the line across
No sense in crying
You could be yourself
Without letting your face get wet
What's the use?
Selling obtuse ideas
No one bothers to think
Make it come out wrong
Lie straight through your jaw
Just your jaw is all that's left
I know it's hard
To play other people's roles
Like you were their puppet rider
And could make their strings bend
Could knock on water like wind
And push other people to do the same to you
They say heaven is just a lonely man's game
And angels all cry the same
My God
What did you put in these hands?
Don't try to sink
All by yourself
Get some help
There is a brickmaker who lives above your room
Who has been looking for friends like you
Those you write yourself when you're drunk
Before you go to sleep
They seem like good ideas
And then you dream and you wake up feeling
How it must feel
To have been president
And set all the precedents
And felt useless
And a fool
I can't say
When they'll let birds out of gates
No one wants to see their friends caged
Unless you're not really a friend at all