You'll say, 'don't fear your dreams,
it's easier than it seems.'
You'll say you'd never let me fall
from hopes so high,
but never is a promise,
and you can't afford to lie.

Strangers are exciting,
their mystery never ends.
But, there's nothing like looking at your own history
in the faces of your friends.

Some people wear their smile like a disguise.
Those people who smile a lot, watch their eyes.
I know 'cause I'm like that a lot.
You think everything's ok, and it is . . . 'til it's not.

The night is bright, with a starlit sky,
I sit and think, as time passes by.
Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky,
take me away, and tell me why.
Give me a reason, for love's end,
give me a reason, for why I lost a friend.
I sit and think, all night long,
about the things, that all went wrong.
Starlit sky,
give me a reason why.

Hold a friend's hand through times of trial,
let her find love through a hug and a smile;
but also know when it is time to let go -
for every one of us must learn to grow.

Friendships are what our dreams are made of.
We hold onto each other with its binding love.
We stand close to each other, hand in hand,
showing each other we understand.
Some friends may come and go,
but you are the truest friend I know.

When twilight drops her curtain down
and pins it with a star,
remember that you have a friend
though she may wander far.

I stay driven 'cause there's nowhere to park
I can't shut my eyes, I'm afraid of the dark

And her eyes are floating.
And her soul is sinking.
But her lips keep striking poses.

Bury me above the clouds, all the way from here
Take away the things I need, take away my fear
Hide me in a hollow sound, happy ever more
Everything I had to give, gave them long before.

Maybe it was mean, but I really don't think so.
You asked for the truth and I told you.

I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
'There, there,' my words would say -
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
'Hush' and 'Shh, shhh, it's all right.'
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns,
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no names for.

Telephone again, want to pick it up
Could be a friend, but I can't pick it up. . .

Every time you get up you get kicked in the head,
Sooner or later you learn to play dead.

I am tired
I am weary
I could sleep for thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colours made of tears.

The flesh of man is an odd thing,
It will wish for what it can't get,
Ignorant of its luck and joy,
Sees what is not there,
Yet misses the treasures before it,
It will doubt all,
But is hopeful against all odds,
And though it may seem self-destructive,
It finds a way to keep going.

I've paid my dues. . .
Time after time. . .
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime. . .
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face. . .
But I've come through.

Life would have no consequence,
If all I saw made perfect sense.
Life would not be magical,
If all I saw was logical.
So I question all I see,
To try and solve the mystery.
I've been living under delusion,
Led astray by my confusion.

The world is like an ice cream sundae,
It's all going to melt someday.