Onslaught of feelings My head hits the ceiling Must be from standing up so tall I'll hold my breath until I fall Rearrange, re-orchestrate the feelings that you bought You got me, but I don't think I got you Ghosts play their part Dance over graves Just don't look at me the same Because I can't always change Stop making sense The stories were true I am nothing without you
I can't control these legs I think I'll let them flail And black out on the corner of Milwaukee Where the cross streets tend to blur with all the other words I thought I could make the transfer, but nothing ever came There are six different paths I can take Pull my shoulders back and hear them ache Pull back as far as I can Hopefully you'll want me then