Don't Listen To A Word I say

 
I fall apart in pieces
you can watch from the window
laugh and throw stones....
Janey has a gun
that dose of reality
to keep me grounded
the whole world's gone to shit


But romeo doth roam the streets
serenading lonely maestro's
I could write a book on feelings
maybe, I am lazy poet
stealing lyrics..
Or maybe I am clever thief..
Pure genius this plot
passing on the torch
the story already told
thus re-spun, through me


The story must go on
future generations, must know
what a harvest moon brings
all along the watch tower
with fists in the air
we raged, against machines
We asked
is there life on mars
all the while listening
to ziggy, playing his guitar


I am but a dreamer
I know I'm not the only one
surely my love
we don't need no education
sailing on a ship of fools
We are neo-mystic
oh how I dream
to create, beautiful music
with you