Azimuth Split To Be
I know this girl, i like her real bad, i know it sounds
sad, but thats the way i feel.I wanna grow up and build
her a house, build her kids, for real.
She stands around town telling her friends stories i
try to decipher.
And in the end, it all falls down because i am an
outsider.
And you can never be what you want
To be
Summer Morning, Winter's Evening, it rains again, I
lie.
Arms around her, my protector, admiring the blue blue
sky.
Reflected in her eyes, there are happy smiles, never
can I annoy her.
I see her there in the satisfied arms of the outsider.
But will she ever pay the fee
To see?
Some lads tell I am ugly, and damn lucky, and that i
will be destroyed.
Others say that things are well, things are swell, and
that i'm just paranoid.
I feel her cold shoulder, she's a few months older, a
few years wiser.
Hidden Histories, unsolved mysteries, unknown to the
outsider.
But you can never be what you want
To be
