Strung Out - Lost Motel Lyrics
A picture on the wall, like a postcard with a better view of,all the things collected from room 209Diana sips from an empty glass of hope she poured last nightthe clouds above reflect the shape of all she's got to leave behindWe always think there's something better in the place where we are notthe dreams the reality of it all, nobody's happy where there at and weall want to be sombody elseAnother scribbled stationary book of lies,another staged confession that just goes unheardHarry detriot in 304 made one last promise now,"I'm going out without a trace, a vanishing act before your eyes"Nobody wants what they've got and what they've got is not enoughthe dreams the reality of it all, a lighter shade, a greener grassmaybe if I believe it so then i'll be homeHere I go uncertain that what I find is what I want, the best for me is everythingI reach for the same as what I'm running fromI guess i'll never, guess i'll never knowIs it the struggle that we live for, is it keeping us aliveto breathe, to want, know, loveJust one more day, just one more wayhere I go, I'm half the way home, half the way home, half the way home
