My sorrow, she said
Was full of lies
My sorrow, she said
Was full of lies
Keeping time and speed in motion
Screaming loud in deep devotion
Pa** three hours away
Just to hear you say that there's a
Person gazing at the garden
Stretching, reaching, tolerating
The shadows all around
Just to hear the creaking sound
Of crickets filling up this field
Mockingbirds fly overhead
You're still in bed
And sleeping dead
And off in wonderland
No past, no future, just stagnant thoughts
A plot, some action, and of course there's no room
For your nightmares here
The fleece hood lifted over her hair
It rains, it pours, it fills her eyes
Vision blurred, faint sounds heard
Quick start, no part is racing
Past the streams of water purified
There's no pollution, not a drop
And still she stops to contemplate and speculate
The acne growing little to the right
And she will fight the spread and things will be
Remarkably disturbed
Again we think we'll finally see the light
That blinds us left to right, removes our sight
And anything may happen
And still we seek the truth
My sorrow, she said
Was full of lies
My sorrow, she said
Was full of lies