The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say, you can rest assured
The stinging wind, surrounding is
Pulling strings, and clipping wings, I knew there was no time
We can dream, and speak through sleep, and in our minds, pick out the signs
I ruined all the lines

The turn of the century, that's turning out wrong
No matter what words they say, you can rest assured

She comes over to me, and takes a seat right across from the sea
She answers questions and pulls from the deep

Calling out to the sun, to the sun
Freeze frames were intended, but lacking funds
If you knew you'd suffer I'm making it up
Eyes that speak when feeling, nothing's solved

Lost my sense of direction, de-railed, eject, off the starboard side
Who am I to demand their lives? Their fate is mine
Will I survive?

So sweet you called, but I won't answer

So sweet you called, but I won't answer
Force-feed your ego compactor
And let go! And let go!
If my reputation precedes me,
then I'm staying here comatose
You get your way, I'll get on mine!

Shutter at the sight of the front door, my heart might stop
As thin as innuendo I stare through her windows
Play the night away, I play the night away for fear of nothing to win
You asked for my opinion? I'm keeping my hands to myself!