toad the wet sprocket - pale

torn
i fear nothing besides myself
please don't touch me
love like an infant trying to stand up
am i two souls one hard, one whole
am i real
i don't want to feel anything anymore
i feel nothing besides this pain
please don't touch me
love like an infant scared and crawling
am i two souls
one half, one whole
am i real
i don't want to feel anything anymore

come back down
i've come here a thousand times, some things never change
"yes i will, anything you say"
i've quit this a million times, can't quite stay away
just one more time...i'll be ok
but i'm so damn tired
when i come back down though i'm crazy to
anything you want from me i'll do
"hey joe, could you spare a buck i could use some food"
what a laugh, one more fool
two hours and it's back again, lapping at my heels
stop yelling..i'll get through
but i'm so damn tired
i've come here a thousand times
some things never change lay me down...
take me away god, i'm so damn tired

don't go away
we were sharing so many words and feelings
age is heavier, it seems, than years alone
but, i told you things i wouldn't dream of telling anyone
are we drying out, like flowers from a forgotten someone
don't go away
i can't feel the same without you
we were making so many plans and secrets
we would both be millionaires or kings or presidents
but like everything those little dreams just kind of came and went
hard now just to make end meet how soon we all forget

high on a riverbed
why try
when everything i do feels half right
i wander through my life
everything i say seems half right
but sometimes i'm standing here
high on a river bed
light breaks through and everything feels good for a while
high on a riverbed
where am i
when everything i do feels half right
how can i be satisfied
writing words from someone else's lies
i see myself sometimes
vision is a mystery half blind
keep missing all the time
seeing what it could be if i...
if i...
i wander through my life wondering what i could be if i
if i...

i think about
watching me
a bird upon a roof with coal-black feathers cocks his head
to catch my eye
wandering and unfocused i cannot meet his stare
he takes to wing
silhouette against the sun surrounded by the glare
funny how the days go by invisibly and faster than i realize the things
i think about
strange to find the calendar my enemy and scared that when i die so will the things
i think about
i believe
in so many things i know that none of them are true
and my feet
firm upon a pathway i am far too blind to see
leading me
funny how the days go by invisibly and faster than i realize the things
i think about
scared to find the calendar my enemy and when i die so will the thousand things
i think about
on and on and on...

corporal brown
corporal brown was tall, boy!
and liked to go and fish
corporal's wife was quite fat
and was raving like a bitch
and i'm a bit drunk as i watch
they are yelling loud, he throws a punch
oh lord, what am i gonna do ?
corporal brown was quite scared
when he looked down at her
corporal's wife was quite dead
so he carried her
and took her outside dug a grave
and placed her inside
i was amazed
oh lord, what am i gonna do ?

jam
one more time he says good-night
turns out the door and off the light
cursing low
as if she didn't know
one more time he'd comfort her
as if a word could break through her
she's so quiet
and he's sick of it
too long, too late this time
too far, too great in my mind
one more time a run-around
nothing meant by anyone
fine with him,
such a quite din
says he wants to leave a while
she just sits and tries to smile
"that's ok
it was boring anyway"
too long, too late this time
too far, too great in my mind
says she needs a worshiper
someone who'll do anything at all for her
wishful thinker
he don't need this schizo bull
each one misses by so far they don't see it come,
but who ever does...

chile
be who you are if it fits in the system
say what you will but you might die if they listen
they think in the politics
of gasoline and torture
please only talk to me in the dark
write what you will if you write in a prison
sing how you feel but you might die if they listen
they think in the politics
of rosaries and chains
and it's hard to tell the right from the wrong
when the right is protecting the wrong
be who you are but not where there are people
reality is taught right and wrong, there is no middle
we think in politics of money and ourselves

liars everywhere
here in my mind
is a wall i can't climb
don't listen now
there are liars everywhere
deep in my heart
is a stone i must cut
don't listen now
there are liars everywhere
liars are everywhere

nothing is alone
something rushes over me and i find myself standing here
lift my eyes up to the sky and offer a silent prayer
sometime all the shouting stops and the restlessness loses hold
and i cry out to everything that nothing is alone
if the winter won't turn me then the summer can't burn me
and the rain will never fall upon a restless soul
nothing is alone

she cried
solitaire, such a fateful game
she turns her cards and writes her name on the napkin now
she turns another card
she dreams about the house and romance he promised
but won't deliver
she waits alone with dried out hopes and dormant phone
she waits for years and fantasies melt new ones appear but they won't help
and again
she catches him
eye pulls away with light too dim
she calls his name and runs around
but he was faster
all alone in a bad part of town
she waits again with dried out hopes
and things made for him
a little rhyme, a little fun was all
he held her tight, got tired and then let go
the strain on her heart
she believed a lying blackheart
painted with promises then
he left her on the floor with only the mirror to curse
"should've known better"
but how she cried...