puching away all the years that past
watch all the people float by
wait for the first to turn up last
watch all the runners cry
you can watch me splitting at the seams
don't you worry, you'll figure in my dreams
i'll be sorry as you make scream
it's all part of the scheme
meeting you here in this dark red room
feeling you twinkling eyes
while i'm still dreaming of the candle and the spoon
who's you care if you cry
when i took those trips on the district line
watching the signs of the times
dying inside while try to feel fine
while you read between the lines
you can find me playing at the moon
you can see me smashing up my room
d**h is on it's way,
it will never come too soon
feeling the preasure that lies overhead
and pushing, and pressing me down
watching the stars they whising me dead
why this sky wears a frown
why is the earth so stony and cold
is all life really this way
i turn on the radio, the dj so bold
but he's got nothing to say
look this way you might see me falling trough
look this way you might see me dying too
with my eyes glued on you
all i've got left is to keep on shining trough
it's all part of the scheme
pushing away years of past
should people float by
wait for the first to turn out last
watching the runners cry
watching the people i knew yesterday
see there photos are rading
watching the people runing away
trough the riverdale wade
you can watch me splitting at the seams
don't you worry, you'll figure in my dreams
i'll be sorry as you make scream
it's all part of the scheme
it's all part of the scheme