never imagined I'd feel so low
I'm confused and it's starting to show
a finger-painted poster-boy
for crippled smiles and empty joy
has left the building once again
what can I say?
what can I do?
I can't believe I'm stuck here with you
what to believe?
what is the truth?
I'm putting all my faith into you
now that you mention my solemn face
I know it seems so out of place
a laughing stripe(?) with painted claws
is tearing up my precious cause
I'll displace for impact again
spring's the time for somersaults
that fall upon the winds a waltz
keep me counting days in my room
evening brings the morning doves
that end an afternoon of love
to watch the midnight stars on my roof