The world's broken when i'm not here,
and if we take it to its limits... -
maybe no beauty left -
seeing things that aren't ours -
for truth and delusion, any kind of a difference -
but on that night it felt like home -
with a small amount of love and that cliche
/ classy pale white face -
what her sad eyes brought me -
"and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining -
i want to have you there beside me
and take me back to where the magic is -
'cause this fucking head it's hurting" -
searching for bliss from between the lines,
and if i'm given the chance: -
moving in this world with good luck in the veins -
'cause so far, yeah so far i've suffered too -
but no more dog-like martyrs to be -
with these heads to shine hurt and curse -
and no, i could not sleep at night when its throes held me high -
"and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining -
i want to have you there beside me -
and take me back to where the magic is -
'cause this fucking head it's hurting"