All the things that I needed


Wasted my chances



I have found myself wanting



When a mother and father gave me their problems



I accepted them all



Nothing ever expected



I was rejected



But I came back for more  

  [bad word] 


And my ashes drift beneath the silver sky  



Where a boy rides on a bike and never smiles  



And my ashes fall on all the things we said  



On a box of photographs under the bed  
 




I will stay in my own world
Under the covers  
I will feel save inside
 
kiss that will burn me  
Cure me of dreaming  
I was always returning  
 
And my ashes find a way beyond the fog
And return to save the child that I forgot
And my ashes fade among the things unseen  
And the dream plays in reverse on piano-keys
 
And my ashes drown upon a (           )    
Never ending clouds of rain and distant sails  
And distant sails