I see a face and I hope it's mine All the time visions stay visions Not more to see not more to get Give me a name to die for cry for I keep on waking to fools Ways without destinations Destinations without ways The taste of freedom beats you back
Conversations are the same AGORAPHOBIA I hate the goddamn sun 'Till dawn with pain never satisfied With live And all I made of it AGORAPHOBIA Afraid of senseless width AGORAPHOBIA It too late ...