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all day the city's selling something<br />
days of night slip through my mind<br />
in a silent motionless sky<br />
always, the busy people spinning 'round<br />
paralyzed and motionless<br />
busier<br />
dizzier<br />
all things falter<br />
'til they go back home to somewhere<br />
somewhere back<br />
I lost myself<br />
so far deep inside of you<br />
everything’s become too much<br />
so deep, so weak<br />
where did I go?<br /><br />


and taxies stop to say "hello"<br />
images of falling light<br />
"want a ride? I'll take you there"<br />
move across the hollow sky<br />
"to anywhere, just tell my driver"<br />
I see movement after all<br />
calling, falling<br />

the sun is casting shadows<br />
remember you’re not the only one<br />
an afternoon is fading<br />
to feel this way, cos I’m one<br />
I ask, but no one knows<br />
who has also had enough<br />
the answer to the question<br />
so long, dear John<br />
I’m gonna go
my life is like an island<br />
where does this ocean go?<br />

shyly, a wino sips his wine<br />
slowly, cause to him that is all that matters<br />
he sees a cat he knows so well<br />
now sleeping on a bench together<br />

a woman waiting by herself, selling flowers<br />
"please buy some, so i can help my daughter, will you?"<br />

the man with spider eyebrows<br />
is standing on a corner<br />
"who wants to see a show?"<br />
his head looks like a melon<br />
he turns into an alley<br />
then stops to blow his nose<br />
sky is filled with neon<br />
the buildings stand electric<br />
and almost seem to glow<br />
want answers to the question<br />
my life is like an island<br />
where does the ocean go?<br />
I really want to know<br />
my life is like an island<br />
it's time for me now to fly<br />
where does the ocean go?

Revision as of 23:48, 17 July 2007

days of night slip through my mind
in a silent motionless sky
paralyzed and motionless
all things falter
somewhere back
I lost myself
so far deep inside of you
everything’s become too much
so deep, so weak
where did I go?

images of falling light
move across the hollow sky
I see movement after all
calling, falling
remember you’re not the only one
to feel this way, cos I’m one
who has also had enough
so long, dear John
I’m gonna go