A collage of thoughts
run dashes in my brain.
Ancient heartbeats
see thoughts smoke.
My thoughts are like mud:
clogged, breaking into many pieces, fading into concrete plates.
You're not the man I used to know.
You're not the man I used to know.
What am I gonna do now?
Four years past and still no return.
Heard a story about you that said you went to the moon.
Had to search for my self and learn for my self and be by myself.
Had to search for my self and learn for my self and be by...
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way. (All the way)
If you want it our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way.
What am I gonna do now?
Made me see
deep and in and out of thoughts.
Had to pray to the Gods.
Hoping, praying you heed
and come running.
Had to love for my self and love for my self and be by myself.
Had to search for my self and learn for my self and be by...
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way. (All the way)
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way.
(indecipherable bridge, possibly German?)
What am I gonna do now?
Winter's here, with all these tears.
Had to pick up the pieces and
place all these pieces and
make it all seem dear.
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way. (All the way)
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way. (na na ne na na na na)
If you wanted our loving,
(If you wanted my eyes)
I'll come running, running all the way. (All the way)
If you wanted our loving,
(If you want my na na yay)
I'll come running, running all the way.
What am I gonna do now?
What am I gonna do now?
They look down on me.
What am I gonna do now?
What am I gonna do now?
They look down on me.
All the happy people.

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