Crowded Images, moving around
Making all those strange sounds
Just another lifeless town

I thought I was safe alone
But the walls kept staring
And I wish I could fly away
As the roof breaks apart
Breaks apart

And it might just be a smile
But your eyes begin to fade
We calmly shake hands and fall

When I want perspective
Of this mess called life
I climb my favorite hill
And watch the sunrise
Sunrise

Too many words too hold
Losing my balance once again
November has grown angry
I've grown too old to fight
Too old to fight

This indecision pushes me
Until I'm too far from home
Seems I've lost my destiny
My fate is not my own
My own
My own

When I want perspective
Of this mess called life
I climb my favorite hill
And watch the sunrise
Sunrise

When I want perspective
Of this mess called life
I climb my favorite hill
And watch the sunrise

Perspective
Perspective