Just to get a grip of things

I grew my hands bigger

So they could satisfy

Now they're so huge that all

The things slipS to my hngers

I'II never learn Will I?

What do I love most

Materia or the ghost?

Once I knew

It all seems so tar away

What about the time

Had everything in mind

Is it true that everything

Fades to grey?

I'm a thin and weightless cloud

Trying to move mountains

Swimming against the stream

Got a bag too big to bare

Stuffed with lies 'n

Stupid fears

What if we're stuck down here?

What do I admire

Independence or desire?

For the liar truth

Simply overflows

What if I am right?

What if I am wrong?

One more lie and I Will

Die of an overdose

I'm so fed up With images

That I'm prepared to

Crark the mirror

Just to get the real thIng

..give me something that

Lasts...