A Fine Day To Exit

I wish, I dream, I dream of mountains high Where I can sit and look down the hills, and say "This is I" I wish, I dream, I dream of mountains high Where I can stand and raise my hands, and touch the sky A streak of light, opened in the darkness "Little child, welcome to the outer realms This is your kingdom, this is your destiny" That little child, that little child was me "My son, you must wander far There is a place, seek it skywards Up high, where mountains break the clouds There is your place, upon the highest mountain" A wish to wander far, to find the mountains high A dream to be king, up high where heaven lies "Hurry little child, run, king to be, run Climb the highest peak, and reach for the sun..." I wish, I dream, I dream of mountains high Where I can sit and look down the hills, and say "This is I" I wish, I dream, I dream of mountains high Where I can stand and raise my hands, and touch the sky ...

She keeps the world at bay With walls built to stand come-what-may And with that coldness on display, they held until today She would hold her own Running all alone Ridding her road of every grain To stay in control But now She cries Alive Suddenly she is down on all four And the walls will support her no more Cries her eyes out like never before Onto this linoleum The bottled up and stored She's won every war And when she's out that door She will push ahead of you, frowning at the poor She would move so fast not to end up last Aiming for the finish line To smile at those she'd passed But now She cries Alive Suddenly she is down on all four And the walls will support her no more Cries her eyes out like never before Onto this linoleum The bottled up. And stored -- And sometimes Oh, just sometimes That's really all it takes: A hand on her shoulder Then she breaks Sometimes that's really all it takes: (Yes then) A word of ki...

E son qui, non c'é niente strade, bar: comunque mi difendo e non mi arrendo La mia età é il fuoco freddo nato qui, vivo e non credo in niente Mi dici che trent' anni fa fermaste un pò il mondo mi dicono che vent' anni fa era tutto diverso Ma sono pronto / E libertà Per volare senza vento Come me anche tu resti qui e vedi le giornate già vissute Dentro me, il risveglio ciao a voi perché domani parto sweet reaction Qualcosa di mio lo lascerò in questo mio tempo Saltando nel vuoto aspetterò il nostro momento Sono pronto / E libertà Per volare senza vento Sono pronto / E libertà Per volare senza vento

Tell me something stupid Auction off my diary Life is getting esoteric Let me in your movie Each time i walk out the door Someone mixes metaphors Life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the morning when i'm dreaming And everything is so pristine It's just a seven hour movie And i'm in every scene Let me in my t.v. Get this tape to tori Got to have a subplot When i sell them my life story Maybe i should write it first And do the living later 'cause life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the time i lost my body And then i saw it on t.v. Somehow it shed a whole dimension But it still looked like me (hey! that looks like me!) Each time i write lines for it Someone improvises it Life is so much cleaner on the page Life is so much cleaner on the page

I want to hold the hand inside you I want to take a breath that's true I look to you and I see nothing I look to you to see the truth You live your life You go in shadows You'll come apart and you'll go black Some kind of night into your darkness Colors your eyes with what's not there. Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think it's strange you never knew A stranger's light comes on slowly A stranger's heart without a home You put your hands into your head And then it's smiles cover your heart Fade into you Strange you never knew Fade into you I think it's strange you never knew