They say that no one will come
If you don't hand out invitations
You'll always be alone
If there's no communication
Walking aimlessly at daybreak
When city lights blend with the sun
The light's too much for my eyes to take
But I'm so tired of the dun
I hoped for something better
After all this time
Never wanted to be a beggar
But I had my chance to shine
Paroxysms, ripping off bandages
Tipping into the sea
Searching for the truth in old adages
I guess they don't apply to me
I tailored my own straitjacket
Glued my feet to the floor
If only it was a magic carpet
Then I could finally see the world
