my feet are shuffling
the clouds roll in the wind at my neck
but every day's a thunderstorm
i'm always walking back these days

i live
to pass time
it makes sense
in my mind
but that's not
a reason to keep this weak heart beating
and i know
that this place
and these walls
and this race
will melt down
in one breath
and leave it all behind me

my feet are shuffling
the clouds roll in the wind at my neck
but every day's a thunderstorm
i'm always walking back these days
my knees are quivering
the cliff's edge so inviting
the lightning hits my chest
but the shock is so routine for me these days

you stand up
and i bow
right on, right now
always hoping for some enjoyment from dissapointment

ah, i can feel the misery from someplace deep inside of me

yeah
right on

you make my bed, i'll make your day
ill write down every word you say
and stuff it in a record sleeve
...and make sure no one ever ever finds it