Don't make believe that this habit's not destructive to yourself.
I'm terrified but curious what's weighing on your mind.
I have this dream where everything's invisible but you...but do you even notice me?
Dead, will you rise if I fall before your eyes and will she hear this frequency in her head?
And will she bring me right back from the dead?
Oh, sweet Marie if you'd rather not be swept away at all, make believe that this caveat is running towards the door.
You would leave, but everything's invincible but you.
So you might as well just tell me that you're not leaving and stay.
You're not infected by the stone, you're original with all the things you do.
Repetition at the stone is too traditional, but all the songs are through, so it might as well be said that I get whirled away from you when you're not effected by the storm and perfection is the only way to prove that redemption at the stone is granting wishes when all of the words are true.
So you might as well be dead, 'cause I'm a world away from you.
You're not effected by the norm.
So exceptional, and all the world's our proof.
Did I mention that it's all in remembrance of the songs I wrote for you?
But they might as well be dead, another world away from you.
I never mentioned that you are so infectious with the words that I'm drawn to.
You're unaffected by this all, so unconventional with all the things you do.
So it might as well be said that I get whirled away by you.
I've traveled every road out there but still I am curious to find just how long it takes to wish on every star burning in the sky.
I'm wasted but you know I've spent my time on this earth staring far behind.
I've searched the world a thousand times for you and your endless mind.
I've worked so hard but still no signs of life, I feel like you're marooned on the dark side of the moon.
May the constellations let me know how far you went to hide your endless mind.
I feel like you're marooned but I'll search the whole world one more time and I won't give up until I find your endless mind...