Sky falls on me,
once or twice a day.
Nothing much about it,
of insight I could say.
I've been walking wounded,
through the scape of my dream
and its all the outcome
that I've brought from my own scheme
Like you were never there
it didn't mean a thing
all the work I did
I'm left here with nothing
No more time
and you've gone away
and there's nothing lef to do
and less I have to say
I could try forever,
to speak to you in rhyme,
but I find it's useless
or I find that it's a waste of my time
Like you were never there
it didn't mean a thing
all the work I did
I'm left here with nothing
I gave away the time you spent on me
I'm nearly free
I gave away the time you spent on me.
And I finally see what it is you believe.
