scars and halos +
now that i know what it means to suffer changes pull but these chains won't give. holding my pride drowned in hate hope can mean nothing let it go or it won't let you live. still so far to run yet, constant trial, end nowhere near. i'm still here. i will tell you son. its not fair being born into this heir and suffocating, but i can't imagine all this hurt for something sacred not worth saving. if you should find yourself falling. farther away from in focus. all that surrounds breathes disaster. stray and be scarred ever after. stay here as long as you want you to think its never your fault. days dissolve draining the life from you. as long as you fail to confront... just what am i dying for? what am i dying for?
the traffic theorem +
don't tell me it doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything to me. what does it seem, what could it bring, and another thing... as if it fell asleep on me i'm lost to as why i let myself get in so deep again, and then again. oh brother, its been some serious fun for all we let die. i think i'll be moving along now getting along with my life. and you can blame what now you know on all that you realize, or decide to see the truth. why do you belong here? so what now does it matter to you? "me". she says she loves me. true for now, and ever after i will her too. and hope disaster won't find me out here. staring through the surface, braced against the undertow, to see and save those lessons washed out. almost now too far from any form of convalescence. so before you have me crossed out, let it be known that i found out long before you tried warning me. its not easy to turn and take all you love home free. when right now faith here becomes a crutch, i'm crushed, understanding is a weakness. i must overcome.
showdown in little tokyo +
something to gain, something to want, now what you wanted, now what you got. patterns in and out they fade.. i've seen. this run down impression is what i could only dream to change. don't forget what you have held strained until death. my turn again lost in a single breath. so is there still more time to complete. conserve what you use sort it all quick and save something be careful for what you choose you can't forget what you had held strained until death. what's with all this pain i become nothing without still alive enough to see what it's all about. bearing a loss become nothing without over and over and over again.
still life silhouette +
the center stays, and i won't lie, i never wanted to decide. but i just would not feel right here i wasn't all that surprised. so i turned in a sense disowned. there was no way for me to know. if i deserved this light, then how could i have let you go? i didn't mean to do so poorly. if i lost anything you need, know i am starved and suffering embracing this state of mind. condescend. reach a sympathetic end and show me how less i am to the hand that i've been dealt i'm loosing. somehow i get so deep, i can't think myself to sleep. all while i keep holding this down so that the less i believe the less that i will see, and i am beyond help if no one hears me cry. no one really hears me. no one really cares. no one cares, no one cares, so what? in time it all adds up, and i get lost beneath the flood, let it go, let it go, i know i cannot keep holding this down. but give up or save? i know i won't come out to breathe. and i've been meaning to say a lot. each time i couldn't be let in i would keep it in. so that you would never know that i lost all my hope in the amber and the violet, in the morning before the last star goes. but i guess that now, i guess that now i know, i know. i stood by just long enough for it fade. every skyline eyes cross in hope might giveaway. has my opportunity already escaped me? is that all i've got? well i've been meaning to say a lot.
lyrics + by ray moorhouse all music composed by waterpistol reserved 1998-2003