Every day I have to play
Building worlds what can I say？
These reflections of myself
In the gutter bread and butter

You were looking for a reason
For the heavy frown
I have been wearing around

Every day I like to play
I just think in pen and ink. Time to write

The fallout from the blast
It overwhelms you. She didn't tell you
The ink of god on the page
And her rage coming out！

Holding my hands on you
And I'm holding my hands on you
And then out of my hands you flew
And then out of my hands you flew
I was so jealous I thought you knew
I was turning my back on you
I was turning my back on you my friend

Every day I have to play
Building worlds what can I say？
What is hinding in your mind？
Could I see it？ Could I see it？

The fallout from the blast
It overwhelms you. She didn't tell you
The ink of god on the page
And her rage coming out！

Holding my hands on you
And I'm holding my hands on you
And then out of my hands you flew
And then out of my hands you flew
I was so jealous I thought you knew
I was turning my back on you
I was turning my back on you my friend

The fallout from the blast
It overwhelms you. She didn't tell you
The ink of god on the page
And her rage coming out！

Holding my hands on you
And I'm holding my hands on you
And then out of my hands you flew
And then out of my hands you flew
I was so jealous I thought you knew
I was turning my back on you
I was turning my back on you my friend