Chair in the corner, one leg broken
And a whisper in the hall
There's frustration, another walk around the room
A loss of direction before the start
Some say a lot with few words spoken
Some, with peace, say nothing at all
It's just a matter of motivation
To live, just a question of where to get love
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my time gone
Words look for the song
Lost my America, but made my own way
I believe to this garden
But on my face, the idea is showing
Shelter me for no reason at all
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my time gone
Words look for the song
Sunlight slanting, paranoid
And feeling cold, a little fucked up alone
Seems I'm spending these supposed best of years
Quite unlike it says right here, cold, a little fucked up alone
Thrills and sand
Fall through my open hand
Where's my time gone
Words look for the song
Just take the face in hands spread open
And one to one, let the power run
Yeah, feed the mouth that's hungry, open
You gotta feed the mind that wonders why
Just take the face in hands spread open
And one to one, let the power run
You gotta feed the mouth that's hungry, open
You gotta feed the mind that wonders why
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