the scratches of a dark night
the rashes of foresight
and i wanted you ooh who ooh
the weight of my reason
i have come to you
the face i was given
i have no similarities to
the spaces in the law look
like the faces in a word book
I get by I get by
the matches of opportunities
the last thing i've never seen
and i scream to you ooh-who-ooh
the pain i was needing
was sort of true
the one name i was clearing
was the walls that grew
and the crazes i overlooked
the leans into the cook
and i did and i did
and i was screaming bloody murder
and i was one with pain
and i stopped by the roadside
cuz it's from were i came
oh my god but its so far away
it would seem accidents have gone straight to you
and you've'e changed you point of view
and the places your going to
a get crowded i got crowded
and im so glad that your mine
twist up the phallic of time
and im useless yes im useless
and the faces are bodies
and your hands are feet
let me roll around in things i cant believe
but i tried yes i tried and i tried you know i tried