i can't seem to rebound in the downtown that i found in heart of human longing - it is all about the timing say hello (hello) i recognized a flight of scars set in your eye - making destinations, making evening for our generation's dawn i must of have said there is nothing better than this - it's hard to tell a cover-up when missing giant silver dishing style - you see that outside, it's raing all around - you can't cover up mistakes when you're higher from the ground than all the rest - i got a job pushing particles through stable air - make a bust of everyone in human hair it's atmosphere i swear the world's full of turbines placing parts inside weary everywhere i swear the glare is blindness when compared to ... turning on - is meant to feel. we had a deal. i knew a man who took his wife and took their lives and no one died - someone should have told him abouth the favor that we owed him now they're gone i think i need to get up, please and this time don't give up - if there is nothing left of me - then sort between those choking. so bust it up, crank it out, push them down and let it out why do all the heroes of our time need dashing suits to fight our crime - can't they see they're not like me they can not even bleed - alone - there's energy at speeds which no set apology. oh well, turning on - is meant to feel on. we had a deal. in the day - i wait to break - from the way - they say - i can't relate - a quiet revolution, i could use some. well, glory has it's days in the white hot spotlight in the cold november rain i could belive thre's nothing - there's nothing left to bleed. well there's something i could say but it left here yesterday.