Those eyes have seen the best of days Turning the countdown clock A salty taste of a waterfall, thick colored fog Bathing in the gaze of a sacred desire under the warmth of the sun Senseless we adored the freedom, we danced for kingdom come Twelve weeks already in this place Turning, the countdown clock X is sitting in his chair, he's half white And I'm half blue At night, the screams from upstairs muting the storms outside And I still ask myself the same old questions Is the carnival on tonight? As time pa**es me by, I avoid my painful doubt That in a time of bleed, I need you by my side But why is it that you always vanish Like a mirage in summer nightLeaving just a shadow - so vivid, can't see anything esle for miles And by the time you make your mind to take the pill Division bells ringing down the elevator shaft Welcome to the seventh floor rhymes well with velvet cream Your crime in pa**ion, last will, paint in purple Six strings to cover fear