A chair in the corner 

One leg broken 

And a whisper in the hall 

There's frustration 

Another walk around the room 

A loss of direction 

Before the start 

  

Some say a lot 

With few words spoken 

Some with peace 

Say nothing at all 

It's just a matter 

Of motivation to live 

Just a question 

Of where to get love 

  

Thrills and sand 

Fall through my open hand 

Where's my time gone 

Words look for the song 



Lost my America 

But made my own way 

I believe 

To this garden 

But on my face 

The idea is showing 

Shelter me for no reason 

At all 

  

Sunlight slanting 

Paranoid 

Feeling cold 

A little fucked up... alone 

Seems I'm spending 

These supposed best of years 

Quite unlike 

It says right here 

Cold 

A little fucked up... alone 

  

Take the face 

In hands spread open 

And one to one 

Let the power run 

Feed the mouth 

That's hungry... open 

Feed the mind 

That wonders why