Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what. Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed. Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.
Maybe if I liked being alone I could give you your life back and let you go. Maybe if I got it together again I wouldn't be belligerent and such a princess. Maybe the reason I'm so needy is because I never had real devotion.
It kind of looks like we won't make it, my friend. And it looks like you can't take it again, my friend. And all the pretty roses wilted up and paled themselves away today.
And as the raven flies she feels unwelcome She's fallen out of her tree and caught on a limb of silver lining Her wings uncertain oh but she's still flying