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* dreams in airplanes
sleepless
lost a fight with cellophane
dreamless
dreams in airplanes
it's black before the winter comes
said jack in new orleans
it's black before the sun creeps in
and speaks of broken things
sleepless...
it's black before the dark light comes
the moon will start to freeze
and one by one the seconds tick by
and life shall creep out of the trees
sleepless...
so black became the sun as he spoke
the moon then started to rise
the words were whispered
when the dead man laughed
and played the songs of flies.
sleepless...
* on the inside
could i see inside my own memories
and take out all the ones that i don't like
if i could would i forget about this place
or save it for a rainy day?
even though i don't think i should say so
it's more than a thought that i dropped
so lose your head
and come up with a bunch of plotless thoughts instead
you lose don't hide
'cause you're only bleeding on the inside
not the outside
never the outside
if i could sit down and think about everything
would i just think along the lines of the weatherman
as long as i say something
won't take the time to mean something
as long as it's gonna get out there
so lose your head
and come up with a bunch of plotless thoughts instead
you lose don't hide
'cause you're only bleeding on the inside
not the outside
never the outside
if the world were to end tomorrow maybe yesterday
what could i say that i've done
my words should mean something
take the time to feel something
but i'm the only one that sees that
so lose your head
and come up with a bunch of plotless thoughts instead
you lose don't hide
'cause you're only bleeding on the inside
not the outside
never the outside
you're only bleeding on the inside not the outside
cause no one else wants to see that
you're only bleeding on the inside not the outside
cause no one else wants
no one else wants to see that
* don't recognize you anymore
feedback flashback can't you see
that simple things aren't the way you thought they'd be
black lights overnights sometimes passes
on the way to another point in history so i
take a deep breath through my eyes
and pretend that i
don't recognize this anymore
i don't recognize you anymore
break lights up ahead rolled down windows
so you can hear all the songs outside
stop signs go ahead i don't think so
thought i can't be sure of myself unless i
take a deep breath through my eyes
and pretend that i
don't recognize this anymore
i don't recognize you anymore
take that all back counter with another drink
so you don't have to say anything
compact scratch that doesn't have to read that well
so say it doesnt mean anything
so i
take a deep breath through my eyes
and pretend that i
don't recognize this anymore
i don't recognize you anymore.
* cotton
black lights are too bright to talk under
till the sun goes down all the people frowned at you
slowly you said something's on your mind
so you talked it out
quoted phrases from a book
long lost then forgotten
cause it snows in shades of cotton
cause there's nothing left but trees
but even they all fall down
and loose their leaves
yeah...
you stayed out after midnight
smoken' cigarettes right after your coffee breaks
waitin' for work to finish itself
but the only thing you wanted
was to run so fast away
far from things that just don't seem to make much sense
yeah
cause it snows...
you stole the saucers from the skies
cause it's the love songs you know that make me cry
and even though
things don't seem to make much sense you know
that one day i'll make sense of it
though i'm talking to an empty room
filled with christmas lights from last year
cause it snows...
so please, don't let me disappear
far from things that don't seem near
cause if i was locked in a white wicker box
i don't think you would notice
if i'm gone.
yeah.
cause it snows...
* wonderland
1865 somewhere in LA
where the dreams start to rot and the people all decay
bloated it was pointless when you try and talk with them
cause the water it was laughing when the children wouldn't play
with you...
so break down
swallow all the pieces in this tiny little town
of dotted ideas and deleted inspirations
just burn them all away
burn them all away...
1951 somewhere in new york
where the city was conversing on the latest news report
talking 'bout the publications as they hit the stands
but they all chose to go out and watch alice in wonderland
i wish i was in wonderland
so break down...
1969 somewhere on the moon
right where i had landed had i taken that balloon
far across the starry white oceans
and the plains of indiana
and the plains of indiana
so break down..
* glow in the dark stars
6am and i'm talkin' to myself again
my words left the earth and came right back again
'cause i came across a passage
oh but the book was covered in ashes
so what am i gonna read now?
so what am i gonna read now?
oh bring out the matches and set all my books aflame
'cause they don't really mean a thing
oh bring out the matches set all of this aflame
'cause i don't wanna play this game
of glow in the dark stars and miniature cars
oh i am too grown up for that
so i'll just stay on my side of the sea
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
i wrote in about half the time that it takes
to write a book or something else
the other half i'm thinking "is this worth my second look?"
or should i, should i look away?
cause someone yelled wavelengths
and i couldn't help but think
that everything that i thought was wrong
so i'm up all night writing silly little songs
about how i should really be gone
past glow in the dark stars and miniature cars
oh i am too grown up for that
so i'll just stay on my side of the sea
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
if miss jane austen were living in boston
then elizabeth bennett wouldn't be in love you see
and if there is no hope for our storybook heroine
then where does that leave me?
oh reading my books and forgetting those looks
from people that take pity upon me
oh i'm not the one they should pity
cause they're still stuck in that city
without glow in the dark stars or miniature cars
oh i'm not too grown up for that
but i'll still stay on my side of the sea
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
an angel, a pipe dream, and me
glow in the dark cars
take on miniature stars
by the house that sunk in the sea...
* little space machine
brainwaves drop out
leave you feeling disconnected
or they fall out
and end up on the floor
so they say i should feel happier today
but that's just an opinion
based on someone else's fact
'cause i'm just here
floating in my own atmosphere
so i asked
oh little space machine
show me what your eyes have seen
oh little space machine
lock me up and... scream.
so i walked down
to a street in china town
just to be sure that
no one i knew would be around
'cause if i saw someone
that tried to say something to me
then i could say
that i don't understand you
oh this worked for quite some time
until i realized that
i don't have the time for that
'cause i'm just here
floating in my own atmosphere
so i asked
oh little space machine
show me what your eyes have seen
oh little space machine
lock me up and... scream.
so i said i should just
stay on the ground
and forget all those things
that i found
'cause if i was locked
in a white wicker box
i don't think anyone would notice
if i'm gone
oh little space machine
show me what your eyes have seen
oh little space machine
lock me up
lock me up
lock me up and
scream.
* lovely little day
it goes so fast
and i can't see a thing from the taxi cab
so i just fell asleep
but i don't think i really wanna wake up
at all
if i were to become president of the united states
i don't think i'd do a very good job
i'd wanna fix the world but i can't even fix myself
how am i supposed to fix that one?
how am i supposed to fix that one?
such a lovely little day, i guess
such a lovely little day, at best
such a lovely little day
such a lovely little day
when the ghosts come out to play
i don't think anyone should tell anyone else what to do
except maybe my mother
she's the only one i listen to
everyone else just tells me what they want me to think
i just wanna go someplace that it snows in summer
in summertime...
such a lovely little day, i guess
such a lovely little day, at best
such a lovely little day
such a lovely little day
when the ghosts come out to play
i don't think that anyone is really overly enthused
with the situations that they're given
some people just wake up wishin' they were somebody else
i don't wanna wake up at all
i don't wanna wake up at all
such a lovely little day, i guess
such a lovely little day, at best
such a lovely little day
such a lovely little day
when the ghosts come out to play
with me
* satellite radio
dark halls and telephone calls
are taking up all of my free time
little notes on paper boats
are floating so elegantly across the sea
but away from me
the sky is falling but the earth is dying inside it's own sleep
streets are crawling with imaginary friends that you don't keep
but the only time that people stop to listen
is when the newsman talks about
the weather on satellite radio
so let it all go
like a carwash on a truck stop off the highway
let it all go
past the carwash, and the truck stop, and you
and i woke up somewhere east of the mississippi river
on a highway next to birds upon a telephone wire
and i walked around till dawn
and pretended that the world is gone
oh what is wrong with me?
so let it all go
like a carwash on a truck stop off the highway
let it all go
past the carwash, and the truck stop, and you
remember the time that we drank wine across
the table from the king
and i walked around to the other side of the moon
and even though the world is slow
at least it's not all covered in snow
like it was a few months behind me
so let it all go
like a carwash on a truck stop off the highway
let it all go
past the carwash, and the truck stop, and you
past the carwash, and the truck stop, and you
so i let the whole world go
simply because
of footprints
in the snow.
* 49 minutes
take this whole place
and wrap it up inside that mind of yours
you should stay here
even if your hearts set
on goin' someplace else
'cause i won't be here
next time you walk on by
i'll be the girl that runs outside to hide from you
'cause it's 49 minutes till tomorrow
and even though those thoughts you borrowed
i can't sleep until this is through
i said maybe
i was the one to loose myself inside these four walls
but you said lately
that the world has turned from black
to a pretty shade of grey
but i'm still stuck here
and even if you're gone
all i can say is there is so much more to this
'cause it's 49 minutes till tomorrow
and even though those thoughts you borrowed
i can't sleep until this is through
so come back down
just say the words we'll skip this town
so come back down
and i swear that i'll stick around
no fake parade or rodeo clowns
'cause it's 49 minutes till tomorrow
and even though those thoughts you borrowed
i can't sleep until this is through
and i can't sleep until i'm with you
* strangers
i think that i'll cry myself to sleep one night
just to see if anything comes if it
if i could see with both eyes focused
into time, what would i find?
i'm a little black sheep
but the color won't keep
oh the world is still an oyster
it's just that i feel cloistered in it's shell
took a pocket of pennies to my neighbors wishing well
so what are they gonna say to me?
when strangers say everything that i wanna feel
and everything i don't say
so what are they gonna say to me?
if i wake up all alone one day?
if i wake up all alone one day?
i think that i drop my own heart sometimes
just to see if i can really feel something
and even though this place is fine
that's just it, it's just "fine"
oh i can't sleep
it cut too deep
it's just those little voices
that make me wish that choices were my own
oh why did all that have to be known?
so what are they gonna say to me?
when strangers say everything that i wanna feel
and everything i don't say?
so what are they gonna say to me?
if i wake up all alone one day?
if i wake up all alone one day?
if i wake up all alone one day?
if i wake up all alone one day?
if i wake up all alone one day?
oh i don't wanna wake up alone one day...
* tri-county fair
i met a ghost inside my attic space
but i could never see his face
so why is all that blackened air
taking up my thinking space over there
when i should be
at the dress shop trying to find what to wear
at the dress shop trying to find what to wear
oh i should be
but i'm so far from there
but i'm so far from there
it's like the ghost and mrs. muir
but i don't live by the sea shore
in a haunted house
nor in a book or a black and white film
cause i should be
in my bedroom tying bows in my hair
in my bedroom tying bows in my hair
oh i should be
but i'm so far from there
but i'm so far from there
i will still be up the next morning
waiting for the day so long and boring
oh i would hide within the grass
just close my eyes and smile and laugh
but i should be
at the kissing booth at the tri-county fair
at the kissing booth at the tri-county fair
oh i should be
but i'm so far from there
but i'm so far from there
oh i just wanna stay here











