Past the Sunglasses

Circa '04-05?

PAST THE SUNGLASSES

 

The world is sitting still again

All alone at half-past-ten

Not knowing what you’re about to say

It doesn’t matter anyway

‘Cause you’ve got your world, I’ve got mine

And we’re all playing pantomime

It’s like a cheap thrift shop street display

It doesn’t matter anyway

 

Our intentions drift to outer space

Never realized, never embraced

We are the binders of the clouds

It doesn’t matter anyhow

No such thing as tangibility

And it’ll be the death of me

On a scale of one-to-ten, how are you now?

It doesn’t matter anyhow

 

“How are you?” “Good, it’s a great day”

“Sure is, so won’t you come and stay?”

“I would, but I’ve got somewhere to be”

“But you mean everything to me”

And that’s just passion unfulfilled

It’s motivation, it’s what kills

A thing that burns the eyes to see

“But you mean everything to me”