Just to get a grip of things I grew my hands bigger So they could satisfy Now they're so huge that all The things slipS to my hngers I'II never learn Will I? What do I love most Materia or the ghost? Once I knew It all seems so tar away What about the time Had everything in mind Is it true that everything Fades to grey? I'm a thin and weightless cloud Trying to move mountains Swimming against the stream Got a bag too big to bare Stuffed with lies 'n Stupid fears What if we're stuck down here? What do I admire Independence or desire? For the liar truth Simply overflows What if I am right? What if I am wrong? One more lie and I Will Die of an overdose I'm so fed up With images That I'm prepared to Crark the mirror Just to get the real thIng .Give me something that Lasts...