"the machine stops" - where were you when the machine stopped? and all of this came to a hault? where were you when it all came down? and fear took off like a catapault? let your racing heart slow, let you catch your pulse, now that the cogs are gone and there's only blue sky. i don't care much for your reminiscing of the good ole' days when it all ran. i don't care much for your bulb eyes, dynamic hips and lever hands. let your racing heart slow, let you catch your pulse, now that the cogs are gone and there's only blue sky. the squeeky wheel gets the grease. and someone just greased the wheel. "an atheist looks back on reincarnation" - i don't believe i've been here, not for a long, long time. not since before i was born. a small transcendance. little wonder. now i'm right back in the door. i don't believe in miracles. i don't believe in forever, but this new light thrust on me is real, and i must admit that i am scared. well it feels like i'm on fire with a life i've never known. and it seems that there are oceans between me and my new home. and it feels so terrifying now that speech can't cross my lips. i am bearing down on someone i don't even know exists. and now i open my newborn eyes. and take in all i see. a smock of white and metal. and a smile upon her face. i don't believe in miracles, but surely this is one. i am born again unto the earth, i am re-born. well it feels like i'm on fire with a life i've never known. and it seems that there are oceans between me and my new home. and it feels so terrifying now that speech can't cross my lips. holy doesn't even start to describe this fact that i exist. "It's Not Like" - well it's not like molly didn't see him standing there on her lonesome. and it's not like molly didn't see straight. waiting on her path train she chose to ignore him. and it's not like jeremy wasn't looking. he was merely peeking. seeing her standing. and it's not like he didn't get the craving. he just didn't get the whole thing, otherwise he'd have turned around. maybe one day things will come. and then maybe we can move on. and it's not like the two were ever different. 'cause even now at this point they share a common bond. a feeling that seems to pulsate slowly. too late to ignite a fire passing in the hall. maybe one day things will go away. and then maybe, we can clear the smoke. and it's not like people cannot ever change. cannot feel a differenc in themselves at night. a yearning. to turn their backs on pride and take what they feel inside. and go with it. "It Would Be You" - i can try to ignore it. i can try to hide. when i know what i wish is out of my reach. there's always a chance, but i was never that kind. to put myself in the middle. just to make things mine. and i can put a face on these emotions that i see. it would be you. i'll try to disregard them. i'll try to move on. to know for me to interfere would be so wrong. i could try and put aside. these things i know are true. but to push them deeper is to make them grow. and i can put a face on these emotions that i see. it would be you. and i can still see you. sitting nearby. and when you touch me. my mouth goes dry. and i can put a face on these emotions that I see. thank god it's you. "Waiting" - the colours in your face. they catch the light so well. especially when you blow past me. like the wind at st. helens. afterall. we know. it happens to the best of us. find there's comfort in avoidance. i'll never have to know the truth. be it for the good or no. it's far better this way. afterall. we know. it happens to the best of us. waiting. "The Flow of Time" - well you need to hold on, to every little hour. don't let them slip away. scatter on the floor. you can seize the day, or go on without it. doesn't really matter to me, how you go about it. whether time is smooth like water, or rough like sand. it'll always slip through the cracks in your hands. you are like a sieve you know, unable to brace against the flow of time barreling towards you. well, the creases on your brow are high water marks. desperate to show the wear of time on you. afterall it's what you do, not how fast you do it, that really makes the difference in the end. in the flow of time. "Slip Beneath" - so go ahead, we make strange bedfellows. god knows i've had those before. let the healing open up the old wounds. let the drafts burst in the door. when you embrace the flames they spread so quick. go on and slip beneath the timber line. hear the voices singing 'la la la' down the hall. it's just white noise for our late night serenade. pumped up italian speakers rattling off the walls. just a cadence for our midnight masquerade. when you drink in the ocean you sink so quick. go on and slip beneath the buoy bell. i don't know what to think about you lately. i don't know what to think about the world at large. "The Way of Things" - hey i love your pace. the deft quickness of your life. hey i like to walk in your footsteps to feel with you. i give all i have within me. to the good of nothing. oh, what can I say? it's the way of things. hey, i have a face. a set of eyes, to your surprise. hey, just you wait. until the day i catch up with you. i'll give all i have within me to the good of nothing. oh, what can I say? it's the way of things. death comes to those who wait. life passes the hesitant. life will surprise you always. what can I say? "Transcends Boulevards" - overseeing human boundries. city limits. smoking foundries. all forbidden passages. nuances hidden from every man. maybe lights in towns guide my eyes. there's this feeling that i transcend boulevards. i am higher. i am lifted. i am strong. maybe mountains will move for me. i stretch my arms to heaven. and steady myself on the ground. and i feel like no sorrow. can touch my acheing bones. now i'm hovering on a hillside. i'm seeing people walking in the nighttime. i wish i could scream and shout my desires. at the top of my lungs. and never. ever. tire. "Huntersville" - you live in huntersville. i've been there before. it's all malls and seagulls. revealed through the door. of a day in the fall. my prom date and i. went clothes shopping. to the tune of 'let me in.' and that was then. when you are now. and choices aren't. so plain. we were in huntersville. i'd ask her opinion on things. like a sweater that was blue. not as dark as her eyes. i saw her recently. as beautiful as a fall day. her leaves are coming off i fear. she's aged as i've aged, too. and that was then. when you are now. and choices aren't. so plain. take me back to the hall where she proposed to me that we could take them all on. "O.I." - river water flows. and derelect smoke. frames innocence and knowing. dirty facade of a rich town. and blank stares. passing houses. big island. anything but. when measured against the world. and the grainy backdrop drizzles into the lungs of me. "Grey Old World" - i could make the claim to be lonely for what i am. for four years i locked myself away from what i deemed uncool. and now barely a stone's throw, i look back over my shoulder. 'cause where i am hasn't overooted where i am from. and isn't it great, to see you all again. just when i needed. to regain my strength from all. who i saw the good light of life within. provide me with shelter from the grey and old world out there. i don't think i'll ever regret not going to the prom. or boycotting school things i thought were wrong. the only thing that i'll look back on in remorse. is not appreciating you all until i was already on my horse and gone. and isn't it great to see you all again. just when i needed to regain my strength from all. who i saw the good light of life within. provide me with shelter from the grey and old world out there.
