I turned down my mind today Speaking in shades of gray I followed a man of no expression I heard what he had to say I saw the devils word Some through the beaks of birds The road was a winding silent...
The summer birds have flown off to find another home I long to go but I am uninvited I am a stranger here strangled by my every fear The thoughts inside my head keep me divided I can't stand myself...
Too much time is spent on the dead All the places found us back to live in his head Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed With all the nothings that he never said Mr. Motorcycle must have missed...