Words

These words for you are all I have Chicken scratch written on a matchbook pad I'm a helpless man when I look at you So I'll hide behind the words that I wrote for you Cower behind my words for you What is a man supposed to do When he's shell-shocked looking at a girl like you Looking for peace in times of war Got a belly full of bullets and I'll ask for more Belly so full but I'm looking for more If this ain't right, I wanna be wrong tonight Find some peace in a city with no light But they're just words Ramblings of the mad I'm afraid these words are the best we'll ever have Just you, I and the sky Let's swim laps till we're tired Then float around And listen to the sounds And I don't know Where do you wanna go? I wasn't born a leader of men either Look at them down there they're so much Smaller from this angle all the way up here... all the way up here