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Sun hides behind the west coast
I thought, I thought, I knew, I had everything figured out
Till night came and I lost my shadow

Blend in with moonlight and broken glass
Ten hours of panic will follow
I'm lost, the trees look black, my red shirt is turning grey
Strange things just won't stop appearing

Give me day, give me light!
These days, those days...

I was taught to bottle my emptiness
Deal with my quarter life angst by painting pictures
The tip of my pencil describes what I might have drawn
Had my left brain and right hand been in contact

Broken sentences now!
Read on...

Then all at once, the sky started raining
Soaked to the bone, I stopped
The people of night time, came out of hiding
One of them turned my way

She said: "I'd like to tell you some things I wished I'd known
When I was young like you
It won't take a second but it could save you years
Years pass like seconds out here"

I was enthralled with the way that she spoke so softly
For a lady of her finesse and personal hygiene
She had cuts, bruises, scrapes, scratches, hair tangled everywhere
But she spoke in a way that commanded my attention

You're at the top of your game
You're in control of your life
The pearl of the oyster, the cream of the Oreo
What I would give for that, I hope you never know

So live your life, don't sleep through the night
Life's for the living, you gotta start living it right
So live your life, don't sleep through the day
Dreams are for living, you gotta stop letting them die

Sun hides behind the west coast
I thought, I thought, I knew, I had everything figured out