Velvet walls seeping through the backs of things. Nothing falls, but nothing ever stood up straight. Trouble that I don't look for, and pain that I don't need. Things that I didn't plan for bring me to heel. Black as dark and lacking heart. Souls in parts stretch though their ends to where they start. My skin and heart thinning down the winning way. Until I pull apart all the signs and clear the way for the way I feel.
I feel loose like I felt then. Who else is gonna win it back for me? I've been living my life as some other guy. I've been living my days as somebody's son whose soul knows better. See I lose when I lose the goal. I lose just to choose control. What did I lose just to soothe the soul? Well bruised, still searching. One brain. Too many 'shoulds' are stamping on my name. I still got time, still got reasons to try. But peace only hangs in a purple sky for souls who know better.
I see you're alone, I see you get crushed down the middle. You must know, everyone's got something. So hate this, and save this. You're a success, you confess, is when you slide to the left, or leave it alone, so why you ever got to go, get crushed? I'll let you go, just swear to stay out of the middle. Find a home, everyone's got that one thing. Feel the crush in the middle of the city. In your car hundred-ten degrees. You get rushed all around this busy, but you can't get where you need. So your foot sits baking on the metal. On the crawl from La Brea to the 10. And the sun keeps cutting through the palm trees. And the cars keep cutting in. Feel the crush in the middle of the city, And the push to the western sea. You can move through all the middle of a city, but you'll never get what you need.