BLISSFUL THOUGHTS

Lyrics

I’ve held my breath for seven days
I know ‘cause all the leaves fell off the trees
It could be longer but I don’t know
‘Cause it doesn’t snow in this town
It doesn’t snow in this town
Everything just looks the same
I’m not enjoying myself anymore
I wish I wasn’t so serious
I think people laugh at my imaginary pain
I’ve been walking down that same old street
By the courthouse where all the law men meet
And on that stricken shoulder of those sickly stones
The window on the edge each day audibly groans
You don’t realize that your sentence is
That you’ll never be haunted by sorrow
(Haunted by sorrow)
But still clinging like those leaves out there
To the possibility of falling
The condemnation of smiling at appropriate times
On a magistrate’s dime
So lost in black and white lines
I’ve held my breath for seven days
Everything just looks the same
I’m not enjoying myself
I wish I wasn’t so serious
People laugh at your pain and mine
All along their black and white lines
People laugh at your pain and mine
All along their black and white lines