Where are you God?
I'm holing back blues, can you hear me?
Is that your voice
Through the crack in the ceiling
Where are you God?
I'm holing back blues, can you hear me?
Is that your voice
Or is it my own I am hearing
There's a drop for you
And a drop for me
Cut my finger on a picture
I am hungry for anything
There's an open wide hole in me
My mind's got a slow disease
I'm waiting for something to come
I wanted to cry
I wanted to drown in my feelings
But nothing came out
From morning to evening
But then came the night
And under a sparkling ceiling
I felt in my eye
The drop I had dreamed of
Where?
Where you go?
You go
I don't know but I don't know nothing no more
Want to see you
Want to feel you
Want to be you
I want to feel real
I want to be human
To feel like I'm me
To feel like I used to
Where?
Be you