3 acessos
From the top I fell and landed on my face,
the bottom became my place,
so far under low you almost couldn't see me,
kept falling in and digging holes that were just way too deep.
And tunnel vision's all I know,
true perspective never holds,
stationery never got me anywhere,
i'm broken in but breaking out of here.
i'll fake it if that's what it takes to get me moving,
sometimes it takes a crash to turn around your thinking.
tell me that this time there's something out there for me,
tell me there's something.
nothing helps to call you out,
it broke my legs and brought me down,
just in case blue skies were forming.
it broke my neck and blacked me out,
shoved the shade in, forced it down,
and tore the sky down for me.....
And tunnel vision's all I know,
true perspective never holds,stationery never got me anywhere,
i'm broken in but breaking out of here.
this time i want to feel something,
it's time i feel something there.
And tunnel vision's all I know,
true perspective never holds,
stationery never got me anywhere,
i'm broken in but breaking out of here.
This time i feel there's something there,
Ten thousand clocks but now I care,
I'm ripping threads I hope I tear away.