People
Shook down and left lonely
Only with the maybe we could
I stay inside cause I
I can
I
A stranger to the people I know
Who used to say
Now I
And silence brings no peace
Because another life
Went through my window pane
And I don
I
In attic rooms I just shut my door
For seven weeks or maybe seven more
It
The fight
No measure for grief and I can
Break down, to the great god of the hand me down
Holding the past around wound up at the lost and found
Where the colors all run to grey
I
Colorized, the city
Life is long and something is wrong
But I want to know what
In another life
Cause it
And it will never die
I
To see you again
It
It
Will to burn
Time goes by and I realize, that I
You thought nothing would be the same
But life comes round again
Quick wits and all curious
All caught up in what you say
And makes me grab the time
Before it slips away
I can
And I