Burn all your pictures
Still save the prints
Thought I'd feel better
I feel like shit
I fall to pieces without you around
Spent all my time trying to figure out
Maybe I should be sorry
Maybe it's too late
It's never too early
I'll follow my fate
I shot the moon and you shot me down
Spent all my time trying to figure out
I finally thought about
I've forever been leaving
Wanna change the world
Nothing's gonna change, believe me
Little love was lost
Memory remains
Time takes its costs
But I'm still the same
I left the room and you let me down
Spent all my time trying to figure out
Finally thought about
Forever been leaving
Wanna change the world
Nothing's gonna change, believe me
I just seem to spend
More and more time again by myself
It's just so much easier than
Trying to understand myself
Finally thought about
I've forever been leavingFollowing my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been, I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin.
I can't ignore the scent of it - the scent of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
La la la la la la la.
La.
La la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
Allowing for my strength to muster.
My losses begin to win.
Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin.
My skin cries.
My spirits fly.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
Oooh.
Yeah!
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
And don't call me germ!
Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun.
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la.
La la la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion, ah ha!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My spirit flies.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.