i feel it on the tip of my tongue, these words fall out like tears from a gun
and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection
I hear it in the dead of the night, the bell rings out a beacon of light
Illuminate those deep in their sleep, the fallen down, the mild and the meek

It´s as it always has been, pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it´s only a dream and never take control
It´s clear for all to see, show me something that don´t mean
show me something that´s not true and it´ll come for you
I see it at the end of the road where common sense refuse to be towed
The line is bent back in on itself and gravity is lending its help
It´s seeping from the cracks in the wall the overwhelming weight of it all
Is laughing at the sight of the moon that floats above us whistling it´s tune

It´s as it always has been, pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it´s only a dream and never take control
It´s clear for all to see, show me something that don´t mean
show me something that´s not true and it´ll come for you

i feel it on the tip of my tongue these words fall out like tears from a gun
and down they roll to join up as one, look in and see your own reflection
I hear it in the dead of the night the bell rings out a beacon of light
Illuminate those deep in their sleep the fallen down, the mild and the meek

It´s as it always has been, pretend to float on the breeze
Insist it´s only a dream and never take control
It´s clear for all to see, show me something that don´t mean
show me something that´s not true and it´ll come for you