A Song Without Words Songtext
von Poor Bailey

This old town breathes the blues
From the river to Rose Hill
The lone tree′s not so lonely
Even the clock's found time to kill
The voices haunt the hallways
In crooning apparitions
The floorboards sound as if they were
Sick of being stepped on
The mattress lies a nightmare
Waiting to happen

And the porch is a nervous wreck
Because that′s where the last tenants left

Never to return
Not a nod of concern or regret


Find time to celebrate
Well I find time to grieve
With imaginary friends
Imaginary enemies
Born to be let down
Screaming out, screaming loud
Oh I couldn't be more thankful
But I sure as hell ain't proud
I′m sorry to say
That I′m not sorry

Well if hatred must be taught
Then love is a concept lost
All hail to the nation
Raised by toys that talk
Well you're starving for attention
I′m thirsty for some time alone
You ain't all that clever
But you′re pretty good at playing dumb

The bandwagon carries leeches
To the bottom of the pond
Where they conjugate and wait
For their free ride to stardom
Please stay seated 'til the next stop
Mainstream USA
The leeches find a seat in the front
While the sheep pile into the trunk


Well I ain′t down with the herd
I don't like leeches, they suck
No I ain't down with the herd
I don′t like leeches, they suck

You′re addicted to destruction
A self-mutilating trend
I'm my own worst enemy
I′m my own best friend
I know where I'm going
Just not sure where I am

It′s hot as hell in here
Still my computer's frozen
I′m calm, I'm passive
I'm pretending to be hurt
We can wait for the weather to change
You take the wind, I′ll take the rain

Well you read to find an answer
I write to find a way
Yeah you read to find an answer
I write to find a way

The space between you and me
Over land, over sea
I′m just a phone call away
You're impossible to reach
I wish I was gayYou wish you were straight
I can′t tell you what to love
But ask me what to hate
And I'll tell you a little story
In a song without words

You love living your life on the edge
The excitement bores me to death
You′re a riddle to solve
I'm a joke that you don′t get
Yeah, you are a riddle to solve
I'm a joke that you don't get

Well, your lips taste of poison
Of moments in motion
Of bloodstained lust and pathetic obsession
I′d die to warm the roots
And save the other leaves
And fall to realize
That everyone is following me
And I′m wandering around aimlessly

I try my worst to do my best
My plans to fail were a success
I remind you to remember
You remind me to forget
Yeah, I remind you to remember
You remind me to forget

I live in between the lines
Next to the blood red margin
Like a road leading me
To some unknown destination
Where it all goes
Maybe I'll never know

But we′re all growing up
Yeah, we're all getting old
And if you want to see time fly
You better open your eyes
Because the higher you climb
The further you fall
And where we′ll end up
Only time will tell

I'd rather be the feather that flew
Than the stone that once fell
Yeah, I′d rather be the feather that flew
Than the stone that once fell