Wise men say
It looks like rain today
It crackled on the speakers
And trickled down the sleepy subway trains...
The full moon's bright
And starlight filled the evening
We wrote it and I played it
Something happened it's so strange this feeling
Naive notions that were childish
Simple tunes that tried to hide it...Did we, didn't we, should we, couldn't we I'm not sure 'cause sometimes we're so blind
Struggling through the day...
I am haunted by ghosts and demons when I sleep, my unconsciousness awakens, what I buried so deep. People get tired of hearing the same fears and stories and believe it could all wash away with the waves of the ocean. That would be easy. You constantly thinking poisoned, painful, victimized thoughts is as deadly as any self-abuse, and it is more damaging to your psyche by far than what anyone else has ever done to you.