Miles away and now the signal is cracking and decayed
I’d complain but all my words are rendered insane
Times been slipping, slipping away and left us here
And when there’s no will left inside I can’t be here
Garden gate, I suppose its always in my way
A big mistake, somebody left a baby their in a crate
Now it's part of me
And without it I'm incomplete
Sew the seeds of make believe
And the drugs in the car are me, me, me, me
I can turn a blind eye and wait here for so long
But if it is so right how come it feels so wrong?