Still Life

My soul is begging to escape
Always the same just changing shapes
I sold my ways too soon
To buy my way to the blue

I returned for you but no one was there
I fell from walking in the air
You we're always moving and i was standing still
Waiting for someone to shed a tear

If i can't help myself who can
If i can't clear my head I'm dead
If can speak and say say what i feel
Then everything is plastic, nothing is real