distant voices

Bush

I never thought i'd get away :: cos all there is fading fasttoday :: maybe you sleep well in your head :: bring on the nightlet the cold moon burn instead :: cos i'm gonna find my way :: tothe sun :: if i destroy myself :: swallowing habits die real hard:: and the coat she wore could not conceal the scars :: beneaththe magic of her lace :: are a thousand lonely faces she can'tplace :: cos i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroymyself :: i can shine on :: i'm gonna find my way to the sun ::when i destroy myself :: i can shine on :: shine :: sooner orlater masturbate or lose :: stationary west way running from theview :: in true the self destructive veins :: we have found a wayto keep the gifts that maims :: cause i'm gonna find my way tothe sun :: if i destroy myself i can move on :: i'm gonna find myway to the sun :: if i destroy myself i can shine on :: shine ::i'm gonna find my way to the sun :: if i destroy myself i canshine on :: shine