And if the bottle’s no solution
Why does it feel so warm
And if that girl is no solution
Why did she feel so warm
And if to feel is no solution
Why do I feel
Why do I feel so tired
Why do I feel so broken
Why do I feel so outside
Why do I seem so blind
I’m so sick of feeling [bad word] my life
If living rough is no solution
Why does it ease my mind
If looking back is no solution
Why are we all
Nothing but children
Children inside

Why do the gods
Sit back and watch
So many lost
What kind of mother
Leaves a child in the traffic
Turning tricks in the dark
What kind of god? 

I crawled around inside myself
It was a long way down
It was a mine and it was mine
And in the darkness
I saw a perfect mirror
Floating in space

When I meet god
I’m going to ask her
What makes her cry
What makes her laugh
Is she just stars and indigo gas
Does she know why
Love has no end
But it’s dark-angel friend
Tearing women and men
Slowly apart

Stain
Don’t do that
Scream
Don’t do that
Fail
Never do that
Never do that
I want to go out
Don’t do that
I want an adventure
Just stay..
I want
Just stay in
I want to make love

And if the bottle’s no solution
Why does it feel so warm
And if looking back is no solution
Why are we all just children inside
And if to feel is no solution
Why does the whole [bad word] world feel so broken
So outside and out-of-sorts

perfect mirror
Floating in space
Waves and numbers
But oh, such beautiful numbers
And oh, such waves..