Storms Over Parades Songtext
von Socratic

The clouds grew dark as I rolled in
I sat down next to a man with five empty cups in front of him
He said, "Aren′t you a little too young to be alone in these parts?"
If being young means completely lost, then I guess I am

The storms carried me home over parades
The people caught colds from the pouring rain
When you stand on this line, you are not in order
This painting's rarely framed

At the age of six is when I started talking
At the age of ten is when I started walking
They told me I would never get to fully express myself
And any place I wanted to go, I could only go in my mind
So...


The storms carried me home over parades
The people caught colds from the pouring rain
When you stand on this line, you are not in order
This painting′s rarely framed

And I'll take the hands that gently
Sweep across the plains of your physique
Retire them into stables with horses that no one has rode
The plains always pass my body and cast the darkest shadow
If I told you where I was headed, you still wouldn't follow

The storms carried me home over parades
The people caught colds from the pouring rain
When you stand on this line, you are not in order
This painting′s never framed us together

I′m missing from your pictures these days