Story Behind the Song
some times you dont know what to say...
Lyrics
And if she were made of brick and steel she'd be 17 stories, with painted on windows to save her when the wind blows and I'd fly to the moon, just to get a better view of all the pretty places in her temporal limbo, and her interpretation is I replace affection with plastic face perfection, in my pink robot collection. What's never lost is never found and I miss you most when your not around, while your felling hopeless and your feeling sick I'll be stuck to the ceiling of this bottomless bit, start in the next life ten minutes from now, no more flying in circles with only on wing, please don't look confused because you taught me how to close my ears and sing. The worlds the whale in my short tale of this infection, in this decay I separate from all connections.
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