THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE

AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE

I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM

AND WHAT I DO

FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY

SAILOR ON YOUR SEA

RUN AGROUND BY TRUSTING SIGNALS

YOU WERE SENDING ME



THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH EMPTY FACES

NOTHING HERE IS NEW

IT'S JUST THE SAME IN OTHER PLACES

I HAVE JOURNEYED TO

I WAS THE FIRST ACROSS THE WATER

LAST UPON THE LAND

I WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINE

MY POCKETS FULL OF SAND



ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD

ALONE INSIDE MY ROOM

I FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY HEAD

ALONE INSIDE MY TINY LITTLE WORLD



IT'S NOT MY LIFE IN THOSE OLD PICTURES

ONES YOU THREW AWAY

FOR I WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELSE

AND ALWAYS FAR AWAY

WALKING IN THE DARKEST PLACES

WHERE THE MISSION MEETS

WAITING FOR THE GROUND TO OPEN UP

BENEATH MY FEET