The Centered One

Do you sleep in a dream?
Are you worried about falling in between the crack of my words that won't follow?
The cracks of my words- are so hollow.
Except the way I stand leaves no hope of a man to ever be real when there's something lost in a part you won't feel.
Do you lie to yourself?
Words flow freely from the mouth of my hell.
But I won't stay, long enough to learn that the words were cold and betrayed nothing.
Except the way I stand leaves no hope of a man to ever be real when there's something lost in a part you won't feel.
Lucky girl, are you lost in the clouds?
Lucky girl, do you scream out loud?
Do you stand right beside me?
Oh lucky girl, lucky boy, lucky you, lucky me.
The way I stand leaves no hope of a man to ever be real when there's something lost in a part you won't feel.
Lucky girl, are you lost in the clouds?
Lucky girl, do you scream out loud?
Do you stand right beside me?
Oh lucky girl, lucky boy, lucky you, lucky me.
Ooh, lucky girl...you always replace the words I have when I won't sleep in it anymore.
Oh, lucky girl, you always replace the words I have when you look at me.