Sadness is a open book

written in Egyptian

hostage I've been took

reading the inscription

easy language written from above

an angles history course

too much to well known of love

brought upon us by force

plaster falls from a discarded ceiling

no refund all ready returned

coming back agin the same old feeling

your sadness in to my life is burned

oh, coming back

all coming back

oh, coming back

all coming back

dripping corner slips down the street

through the leaves underneath my feet

crippling me

I fall to the ground

for everyone to see

my Image is found

a scratched cd

is all that is left of

a empty memory returned

the rain fallows me like a old friend

through the hills across the bend

the silence i am a custom to

eats my brain through and through

and we push and shove

knocking each other over for a taste of love

and It's not worth it.....

...............

The days go by so i don't care

and if you want I'll take you there

down and down through and through

after all that's all i knew of you