My life is fiction. That's a fact.

Disillusioned photographs
All the timeouts on the grass
Remembering each day before the rain.
Moonlight potent whispers care
Films of romance in your hair
Did you believe that it could be the same?
It won’t be long till concrete ruins
People ask me how I’m doing
You know I only guess…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

The businessmen create ideals
From artists broken shadow wheels
A vain attempt to keep the myth intact.
Advertising borrowed fears
Slashed reviews concave careers
Towards something which mirrors shattered fact.
Following fashions from far-out days
Grow your hair wear scarfs and beads
You know I’m not impressed…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

Remember times Prophets foretold
When paper Queens begin to fold
And how it feels to be inside their throne?
Middle distance pilgrims stare
Delusions of awareness tear
Just who they think you are and where they’re going.
Kingdoms fall when silence starts
Broken days leftover marks
You know I passed the test…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

Deserted street illusions spell
Smoke like cobwebs hang like bells
Curfew calls dictate your self-control.
Miracles for glass widows
Tell the future wear old clothes
Museums double feature plays its role.
And when disciples dare to care
Hiding behind hollow prayers
Christ knows I’m not impressed…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

The lonely hit and run blues men
Are laying down their songs again
With twisted speed their words begin to heat.
Cardboard critics stay up late
Keyboard shells like poisoned bait
Feeds those who must have something to repeat.
Fighting senseless thought surrounds
Sleepless nights could not come down
You know I had to rest…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

As sunrise sings through troubled stone
Confusion chills like running bone
Sounding like somewhere I’ve been for free.
Trying in vain to miss hard facts
While uncontrolled wasted relapse
Haunted my sense of timing by degree.
But I won and broke my scene
Piece by piece dried out stay clean
You know it’s for the best…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

When burned out poets words are found
The galleries of window crowds
Are hypnotised by magazine remains.
Frustrated intellectuals talk
Of hidden meanings deep in thought
They won’t believe it’s not what counts but gains.
It takes more than I can say or do
To change your mind and make it true
You know I try my best…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.

Iconoclastic rhythms seek
For catalysts who dare to speak
Outloud their conquests in the name of art.
Apocalyptic visions strong
Foundations unite words with song
While years of lightning still hold us apart.
And so I try to speak my mind
The end result some scattered rhymes
I’ve said I only guess…

Sometimes I can see for days
Something tells me she will stay
Somehow it makes no sense to me.