Glides On

Glides On

it's getting harder to get my head to sleep

time to time the pillow talks and kicks me to my feet

searching out a crossing

every light of a brand new day

damned in this madness

it's tricky either way

wouldn't it be better if I turned and walked away

shouldn't it be easier if I thought of things to say

then she glides on the wind the kite's on

never could remember those simple things I suppose

if I could tell you you look beautiful today

but an imprisoned tongue is like a damaged sun

light gone astray

would you really see me

could you feel in a similar way

damned by this madness

it's like a freight train where I lay

wouldn't it be better if I turned and walked away

shouldn't it be easier if I thought of things to say

then she glides on the wind the kite's on

never could remember those simple things I suppose

then she glides on, turns the lights on

in case you can't remember where that garden grows

could it be something, something that I never understood

hide away, glide away

I never felt nothing

nothing will make you feel this

high away, glide away

I never felt nothing

nothing will make you feel this way

but then she glides on

turns the lights on

never could remember where that garden grows