These Pedals are a JokeShe loves meShe loves me notShe loves meShe loves me notShe loves meShe loves me notShe loves me...Punch line.
I Agreed to Walk on Broken GlassI agreed to walk on broken glassbecause there might be something at the endI don't know if I'll stay aliveor if I'm just walking into a lions' denthere could be a prizebetter than a gold-egg laying henbut then againI can't see that farso I'll let you knowI'll write youif my hands can still hold a penI agreed to walk on broken glassfeel free to check up on meevery now and then
A lyerYou're the best friend I've ever hadand I never want to change thatI never want to lose what we haveso I lieI didn't want to be with you when I couldour time together is nothing more than killing timeI lieMy thoughts are deep and of philosophymy art is about someone you don't knowI lieMy story is a mysteryand my life is adventurousI lieBut the truth isI'm bored and I'm doing nothingYou know everything there is to my lifeTruth isEvery time I paint, it's about youand every time I think, it's about youTruth isI crave every second with you once it's goneand every silent moment you're within reachI want to tell youI want to ask you to meet me againI want you to say I haunt you the way you do to meI want to tell you which songs are about youI want to come clean about how simple I amto you and myselfbut most of allI want to ask you to be with meI want you to join my imaginary adventuresI want my life to be yoursI want to occupy your poemsyour dreams
The Portraiteer: IntroVampires. An absurd concept really. Monsters trapped in mortality to terrorize bad little girls and boys in the deep shadows of the night. A fairy tale. Maybe a fairy tale, but ask yourself, in the dark hours of the morning when you drag yourself out of your scalding shower and prop yourself in front of the sink, what do you see in the mirror? a reflection? A projected image of your portrait? Have you ever gotten the feeling that isn't yourself staring you back in the eyes? Have you looked in the mirror and said to yourself, "That man isn't me." Vampires have a similar thought. Mirrors were invented to entirely reflect light, not absorb it like everything else in our universe; But the laws of this universe are not always followed. Deep in the core of the sun is an energy known as gamma radiation. If a large amount were to be released, we have no idea what would happen. Would the people of earth not even notice, or would the event leave nothing but our reflections?
I'm Mad About YouYou make me madEvery time I think about youI think of all the great things about youEvery time I think of those great thingsI think of how much I love those thingsEvery time I think about how much I love youI want to be with youEvery time I want to be with youI can'tand that makes me madIt makes me madto think about youSo leave my thoughtsI've got a lot to doso I can't be with you