THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLEAT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUEI
WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AMAND WHAT I DOFOR I HAVE BEEN A
LOST AND LONELYSAILOR ON YOUR SEARUN AGROUND BY TRUSTING
SIGNALSYOU WERE SENDING METHE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH EMPTY
FACESNOTHING HERE IS NEWIT'S JUST THE SAME IN OTHER PLACESI
HAVE JOURNEYED TOI WAS THE FIRST ACROSS THE WATERLAST UPON THE
LANDI WALKED OUT OF THE SILVER MINEMY POCKETS FULL OF SANDALONE
INSIDE MY HEADALONE INSIDE MY ROOMI FEEL ALONE INSIDE MY
HEADALONE INSIDE MY TINY LITTLE WORLDIT'S NOT MY LIFE IN
THOSE OLD PICTURESONES YOU THREW AWAYFOR I WAS ALWAYS SOMEONE
ELSEAND ALWAYS FAR AWAYWALKING IN THE DARKEST PLACESWHERE THE
MISSION MEETSWAITING FOR THE GROUND TO OPEN UPBENEATH MY
FEET