oh life
when are you truly there
do you think about the world
how far this time to be yourself
must you go down a stream
floating on the top is better
and you feel just what you are

what you are talking about is pure
what you're talking about is pure
what you're talking about is pure
and what you're talking about

must be the dream beyond the words
it gives way and steers itself
how far this time to be the one
that you knew was always here
won't you take the time to get it
so you'll know just what you are

what you're talking about is pure
what you're talking about is pure
what you're talking about is pure
and what you're talking about

will hang the sun every day to melt you down
will hang the sun every day to melt you down

Well the pills I got they ask me, lets go out for a while
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
Boy those wings are made of wax
While the things I do to kill me
They just tell me to relax
But oh Cinderella
All dressed up in all your boots and all your charms
I’m not the fellow
To protect you or to keep you from all your harm

And I don’t know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
Or to be the one, be the one
Be the one that’s gone

And the empty bottle it misses you
Yeah and I’m the one that it’s talking to
And with you and I just barely strangers
I’m pretty much just left the fool
Damn, don’t the streets look empty though?
Just wandering round here without you
Oh the empty bottle it misses you and I’m the one it’s talking to

And I don’t know which is worse
To wake up and see the sun
Or to be the one, be the one that’s gone