I WAS A FOOL

I was a fool, but I didn't let that destroy me
It's all in the state of mind over matter
And I'm overjoyed.
I don't hate, I don't hate

I was a fool, and I made some rash decisions
Concerning our tumultuous relationship
Now I'm closer than I've ever been to you
(Closer than I've ever been to you)
Now, now from so far away
(yeah)

You were afraid of escaping conformity
We were stupid, but we learned our lessons
And it doesn't have to be so sad.
Don't hate us, don't hate yourself

I was a fool, and I made some rash decisions
Concerning our tumultuous relationship
Now I'm closer than I've ever been to you
(Closer than I've ever been to you)
Now, now from so far away
(yeah)

You are who I always thought you could be
The essence of you is what your dreams tell you to be
It's in your head, in your head.

I was a fool, but I didn't let that destroy me (yeah)
Now I'm closer than I've ever been to you
(Closer than I've ever been to you)
Now, now from so far away
(yeah)

Its all in my head
All in your head
Who we are
who we are.

RIVERBOAT

Bring me to the edge,
watch my eyes following you.
Push me off the plank.
You didn't look down,
but if you did,
you'd see me swim away.

You are the seaman:
Hold the wheel,
you can't hold my hand.
Our lives are changing, rearranging.
Let's sail our own separate waves.
And it is grand.

I have my own wind
I am my own sail,
My own vessel.

Drink up the whiskey,
I'll drink the sunlit sea.
Find a beautiful mermaid,
I'll find a beautiful mind.
And it is fine.

I have my own wind
I am my own sail
I am my own vessel,
A riverboat.

(A riverboat)

Jeer at the joker
and the one-legged man.
I'll whistle with the wind
and sing for the horizon.
And if you heard my song,
you'd know I proved you wrong.
You like to play these games:
Forget the truth
and call the world names.

I'll build my own light.
I'll find my own sky.
I have my own wind to carry me.
I am my own sail,
my own vessel.
A riverboat.

EARTHBOUND

I'm sick in the head;
it must be a disease
that I caught from light
when it turned in darkness
before I was free.

And I am ashamed,
'cause I can't escape from your hold.
Your eyes are as deep as the sea.

And you, you must be an angel
Earthbound, come back to heal us.
And you, you must be mythical
'Cause I can't believe my heart or my eyes.

You come and quiet all my fears,
and this disease of wretchedness,
it just disappeared.
And I have a key, its chained 'round my neck
and I feel it pulling at the chain to reach your hand.

And you, you must be an angel
Earthbound, come back to heal us.
And you, you must be mythical
'Cause I can't believe my heart or my eyes.

Locked to your eyes,
head to the sky,
I am a cynic in a guise.
You heard my cry,
said I'd survive,
and you were right my dear.
And now we are here,
your hand my back;
my heart is attacked by the passion.
And I start to fear
that you'll disappear.
This is when I know I should be going home.
(ooh)

Will you follow me home, angel?
That's the question.
Will you follow me home, angel?

I will surmise that I won't let myself chase you.
I will surmise that I won't let myself go with you,
unless you ask me to,
unless you ask me to.

And you, you must be an angel
Earthbound, come back to heal us.
And you, you must be mythical
'Cause I can't believe my heart,
I can't believe my heart,
I can't believe my heart or my eyes.

DISTORTIONS

You ask me why I'm frustrated,
When you're staring at me
With clouds in your eyes.
And sweet, sweet compliments
Don't mean much coming from a blind man's mouth.

See, already I've lost you
With my shrewd elucidation
Of this situation,
And your brain is spinning circles.

"I think you're over analyzing,"
You said as you were passing by.
But I didn't see you look into me, no.
And I am deeper than you'll ever go.

"Gotta go," you say.
"You're not gonna die yet anyway.
If you need me, call..."
But you never hear the words I say!

And I ponder your impression in seclusion.
You are bleeding of deception.
You are reading off distortions in the clouds.

BLACK OIL

I think I'm sick,
'cause I'm shaking,
and I'm nauseous.
And I'm making you squirm away.

This always happens
when I'm broken,
and I'm brave.
But I'll stay brave while you stray.

I must be unnerving
when I'm honest,
and I'm hurting.
When I spill,
you take your fill,
and go.

I am aware
that just because
you're meant to leave me here
doesn't mean it's fair.
My eyes will tell the tale.

So here it is:
I am spilled like black oil in your sea.
And I can see that you are angry,
like you should be.
I am not your mess.
Why should you pick it up, love?

I swallow my secrets,
and they're buried again,
and they scare me.
And they're making my stomach ill.

So here it is:
I am spilled like black oil in your sea.
And I can see that you are angry,
like you should be.
I am not your mess,
I am not your mess.
Why should you pick it up, love?

NAKED HONEST

I think about it all the time,
and in my mind I know that
Communication is the key
for you and me, for you -
For me it's getting better all the time,
and I hope that you agree
it's getting better all the time,
after all this time we've tried.

I will lay me down for you,
Naked honest.
I will lay me down for you.
I know we've got an honest understanding.

I think of all the turns we took,
From good to bad and back again.
We always seemed a little out of touch back then.
Well I taught you how to listen,
and you taught me how to speak,
and I can see that love ain't easy,
but it's sure a whole lot clearer now.

I will lay me down for you,
Naked honest.
I will lay me down for you.
I know we've got an honest understanding.

Hold on, it's gonna be a long ride.
Communicate, and it'll be all right.
Hold on, it's gonna be a long ride.
Communicate, and it'll be all right.

I will lay me down for you,
naked honest.
I will lay me down for you.
I know we've got an honest understanding.

THE HILL

We climbed up a hill;
the trees weren't offended,
the trees didn't care.
We sat in the sun
and swallowed the silence;
the taste of the air was quite fair.

And I felt like a martyr there;
I would die for this.
The trees told me
that you had been there before,
but I knew;
you seemed so natural.

We climbed up a hill;
the breeze didn't stop us,
no, we were quite welcome.
The golden needles felt like a carpet,
and the tall tree caressed us,
and we didn't speak.

We stared up at the branches;
they seemed so superior,
tangled in their lofty haven.

And I hesitate to communicate,
but I'm aware and awake,
and I'm ready to take it:
Whatever we have to say or not say.
I'm afraid and at the same time,
I'm completely un-scared.

Here, everything winds up beautiful,
No matter the connotations they take in society.
So sing with me
and tell me you understand, my friend.
The silence says it best,
though the music says it well.
Let's take us here again.

PAGE OUT OF A DIARY

The longer that this madness haunts my soul,
the more I observe the changes in me.
As freedom cascades deeper into my bones,
the more I know this isn't the place for me.

I took a trip through my memories;
saw what I lacked and what I need.
I took a trip through my memories;
saw what I sacrifice and what I must be.

The truth is you have driven me away,
but your grip is still tight around my neck.
As you guard the things I prize so highly
in your scorching den.

I must return to you,
and bargain for the treasures I choose to lose.
I must return to you,
and pull my shackles off with your key.

SONGBIRD

He lives his life in a prison;
his feathers, emerald green.
And he tries to figure out
what his life is all about -
just as he sings himself to sleep.

He watches the people passing
in all their glamour and pride.
And he loses track of time,
and he sings when he gets tired of it all.
And they smile.
They smile.

I try to figure out how he does it,
'cause here in my prison
I am apathy and black and white.
Try to keep my passion bright,
but I'm tired.
I'm tired.

I sing my song in the city,
where the songbirds don't fly,
and I tell the tale alone.
I'm so far away from home.
I wanna sing for the songbird
'til I die.
'til I die.

WRONG TIME

You pump it up -

You were so pompous

with your empty words.

You were my best friend,

you made a promise

you wouldn't ditch out -

and then...



You're good and gone without me,

in three weeks time.

Let go of it.

I mean nothing to you now,

and I learned to trust at the wrong time.



You apologized,

said you didn't notice

I was falling apart without you.

You said that in your stupid dream world

I was perfectly fine,

and if you can survive without me,

then it's better if I go anyway.



Thanks for the concern,

but I am a burden,

and I need somebody who wants me around -

Not somebody who holds my hand because they have to.

You don't have to stick around.

I'll make your dream come true,

and I'll be happy without you now.

I guess I just put my trust in the wrong man.



The moment that I confessed

was the moment you understood everything.

The moment you fell in love with her

was the moment we lost everything we have.

I'm too late again,

and again I learn to trust

just as we reach the end.

You should have let me know about that.

You should have let me know your plans.

SHARDS OF SNOW

It's snowing out;
it's not even winter yet.
The rain is gone;
I wish I could feel it again.
But we are hiding now,
from the white cloud,
so profound that I can't see the summer.

Let's get out of this room;
the air is feeling awful artificial.
It's getting mighty cold,
and though I say I hate the snow,
I wanna be somewhere that's natural.
I put the car in drive,
and we slide out of sight,
but it's so white that I can't see the road.
Then I close my eyes;
it's a blind flight.
You turn to me and say,
"Let's find tomorrow."

My skin is turning blue.
There's a red burn searing through.
The light is fading, and you're fading too,
but I won't stop here.
I won't stop here.

We feel the black ice,
and see the crashing lights.
We hear the cries;
we know they are our own.
And then I shed a tear;
the rain is finally here,
but it's all right 'cause we have found tomorrow.

And I will lay me down in the shards of snow.
I will lay me down in the shards of snow -
I will lay me down in the shards of snow,
and sleep.

RAINCLOUD

Tears, falling like rain drops,
And sprinkling over mountain tops.
Sometimes I sit listening to them
Splash through puddles in peaceful melodies.

If I were a thing, oh well I'd be a raincloud,
And oh, I would take all my sadness
And turn it into a thousand pure raindrops,
And I'd pour through the sky
So I could soothe this troubled earth.

They spend their time cleansing your hurting mind
And blinding you from your worries,
And in sorrowful melodies
They heal the hearts of the broken people.

If I were a thing, oh well I'd be a raincloud,
And oh, I would take all my sadness
And turn it into a thousand pure raindrops,
And I'd pour through the sky
So I could soothe this troubled earth.

I will pour down from the sky;
Soothe your pain, soothe your broken heart.

If I were a thing, oh well I'd be a raincloud,
And oh, I would take all my sadness
And turn it into a thousand pure raindrops,
And I'd pour through the sky
So I could soothe this troubled earth.

Rain, falling like tears,
Healing the broken souls.

MATTER OF A FACT

I think I got a (I think I got a)
Good, good feelin'
But I won't push it.

The sun is rainin' (the sun is rainin')
Sun drops on my face.
And I like the taste,
And I like you.

It's a matter of a fact,
It's a matter of a fact,
That I want you.

I feel a shiver,
Your eye's a sliver,
But it's radiating radiation;
I feel my skin fall off.

Heart racin',
It's you I'm chasin'.
Now I'm breakin' for you,
And I like the taste;
I'm taken.

It's a matter of a fact,
It's a matter of a fact,
That I want you.

I think I got a good, good thing
From this;
This sorry mess.
Forget the drama,
Insert a comma here;
I am calm, I'm getting on so well.
And I like the taste;
I'm taken.

It's a matter of a fact,
It's a matter of a fact.
It's a matter of a fact,
It's a matter of a fact,
That I want you.
I want you more than I did before.

I think I got a good, good feelin'.
I think I got a good, good thing.
(yeah)