Channel 3 - Best Of Intentions Lyrics
I lie awake with my fists like rocks of hateOne midnight call kills the night like an earthquakeI've heard of animals that mate for lifeSad cries of widowed birds falling through the skyI squeeze this book like I want to break its spineI've read this paragraph six or seven timesI feel the weight of the air upon my skinGive me some reason for the world we've been dropped inI hear the loud machine, it won't shut offWe learn to live with it, regardless of the costI guess the best of intentions got a funny way of getting lostSome days I can barely face itSome days I can't hardly waitShe sums it up like Rod SterlingI'm all apologies and hate