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Skywalker
8
Rock
Skywalker was released on April 4, 2004 by Trolls Cottage Productions as a part of the album Take Some Time Away
album cover
Release DateApril 4, 2004
LabelTrolls Cottage Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

Lyrics

My journal is my best friend
It's the only one that listens
To the stupid things I say
Each and every day
When no one else is there
And I have something that I need to share
For some strange reason
This little book's the only one that cares
And I confide in this
Define my life in this
This is who I use
To help to understand my moods
Never late, always on time
The only thing is sometimes I look back
And see how I lost my mind
But now more than a journal
It's become a book of records
I can read the effects
And see the patterns in the weather
The coldest darkest months
Which house unlegible writings
When I was busy getting drunk
And time was more than flying by me
Yeah there's cracks
In my windows and doors
'Cause they aren't sealed yet
As I get older
It becomes harder to deal with
I don't believe I'm lazy
I just get distracted easy
By thoughts of warmer hemispheres
What am I doing here?
And what do I have to do
To get myself from here to there?
As I write I wipe
A stress sweat from my forehead
Light a cigarette
And sharpen the pencil lead again
Back in time
I cross another little line
To lie or die
Trying to write down my mind
As I write I wipe
Stress sweat from my forehead
Light a cigarette
Sharpen the pencil lead again
Back in time
I cross another little line
To lie or die
Trying to write down my mind
Everybody's trying to build up towards the sky
Either that's where God lives
Or that's a quiet place to tell lies
Cairo towers and power wires
Skyscrapers and spacecrafts that fly
Flying past the fastest
Still not fast enough
Tough though
Manufactured by mankind
94 Stories go up
94 Stories come tumbling down
The sound is enough to make anyone believe
That if there's a God
He's just put his foot down
As I write I wipe
A stress sweat from my forehead
Light a cigarette
And sharpen the pencil lead again
Back in time
I cross another little line
To lie or die
Trying to write down my mind
As I write I wipe
Stress sweat from my forehead
A cigarette to sharpen the pencil lead again
Back in time
I cross another little line
To lie or die
Trying to write down my mind
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