Lyrics

So It Seems

lights go down in Oakland
window closed as a baby crys
fire burns bright in Dresdan
dream lives on but the dreamer's died
man walks tall in China
spirit low but his head held high
mothers heart is broken as she
waves goodbye to here only child
fat man sips his burban
prays to God he can live again
as the factory belts out industry
sending a message short of were it should of been sent
well a boy name Alfred Hitchcock
writes his first play at the age of ten
me I ponder all of this
as my life burns to the end

people come and people go
so do hopes and dreams
but the world
but the world
just keeps on sitting were it sit
writing it's own script
or so it seems

king ties up his subjects
he laughs at all of his wounded souls
wishing well sucks it's wish
to the wounded souls trapped down below
child speaks of beauty
speaks to himself as he stands alone
me I look at all of this
as my life burns thru my soul

copyright 2004