Cryptic words between the lines
Red alert obvious signs
Ponderin' what I could do
Wide awake but i had a few
Worrying is a killing joke
I breathe it in but then I choke
Waiting on a moment gone
But we all hold on to the minutes lost
He's not the same
Pick a piece of my brain
Just pennies in the drain
She's not the same
Pick a piece of her brain
Just pennies in the drain
It'll turn out ok
We walk back to a time before
Brick walls and open doors
The sky's far as I can see
Dark clouds that rain on me
Head down and focused still
Feeling all that I can feel
Just a day to think of things
Think of things that'll come to me
He's not the same
Pick a piece of my brain
Just pennies in the drain
She's not the same
Pick a piece of her brain
Just pennies in the drain
It'll turn out ok