Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel. In this laps excuse for wasting time. I wait for signals shooting stars. I’d scrape through every branch. Coz I need to come down. Underneath the home. I lived in I was a page in someone’s book. And know one asked me why. The page was fifteen stories high. I’m underneath that home wondering why. All across the world. There are things we need to forget and forgive. Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don’t need. Oh justice shake your head. I’m wasting my time. We can break this drought. Wanna tell ya I love ya I need ya in the night. Sometimes I get so full. I wanna tell ya I’m feeling alright. I’m shaken to the bone. And on my way home. Adjust an omen at the door. Singing baby wont you please get a hold without it. And while you sit there on the phone tell me baby. I’m a liar you don’t seem to care what I care about and baby it’s a shame. To be wasted. All across the world. There are things we need to forget and forgive. Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don’t need. Oh justice shake your head. I’m on my way home. . © Daniel Johns 2007. . (fonte: site oficial)