Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the Crows to Smoke Eternalized Objectified You set your sights So high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted Loose from the Lever
But there will come a time You'll see, with no more tears And love will not break your heart But dismiss your fears Get over your hill and see What you find there With grace in your heart And flowers in your hair
A beautiful moon shines above again tonight, And it sheds light happily over the world. As for me, I'm just worthless, good for nothing, Dreaming at daybreak, creeping at dawn.
Still I'll scream into the sky, hoping that somebody will find me. I want to run, but there's no way out-- No bright future in sight. But I still fly up like a butterfly, hoping that you'll find me. A crescent moon, ugly children of the stars, flying with broken wings...!