A mad living spirit is trynna understand
A statue made of diamonds, far out in the ocean
She breaks the light in colors you've never seen before
I'm overwhelmed by feelings, thought better to ignore
It's always something else
Never to be known
Everybody means
It's getting too upset
My mind begins to make up all these funny faces
And everybody's smiling, their eyes run willd
My heart leaps and scratches on all that it can touch and judge
Reflections in the window is more than mama ever could
It's always something else
Never to be known
Everybody means
It's getting too upset
The lady on my left are made of pasty dreams
My words turn to color, like constelating beams
And time is taking back my only self esteem
I wish we were together, rather than apart
