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Strung Out

Swan Dive

 

Swan Dive

(album: Exile In Oblivion - 2004)


Well it's hard to find the words to say,
what no one would say to you when were round,
the loneliest caged bird sings the saddest song,
and you were never one to keep us guessing long.

If you ask me what went wrong?
I'll tell you nobody is doing fine,
we're all fucked up and due in time.
The gates of Eden elude people like ourselves.

I think about you every now and then,
more now than I ever did when you were down.
All reservations pass when chances slip away,
all songs play better from confusion.

Now I sit and I wonder how,
everyday gets a little shorter,
always feel I'm losing out somehow,
don't wanna let another day go by without creation.

Now if you ask me what went wrong?
When your falling you're the only one that doesn't see the distance,
sacrifice yourself to save yourself.
Now we don't always walk the line and broadcast how we hurt sometimes,
and still at times it seems nobody wants to know.

Give me some time I might remember everything you ever did or said to me.

If you ask me what went wrong?
I'll tell you nobody is doing fine,
we're all fucked up and due in time.
The gates of Eden elude people like you and I.

I think about you every now and then,
more now than I ever did when you were down.
All reservations pass when chances slip away,
all songs play better from confusion.
Confusion...

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