IRC-Galleria

I watch how the
Moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesnÂ’t give life to the moon to assuming
The moonÂ’s going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do

Favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me
IÂ’m sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed -
While I find a place to rest
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you donÂ’t understand
[youÂ’ll see itÂ’s not meant to be]
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

Maybe someday IÂ’ll be just like you and
Step on people like you do and run away
The people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous but you shouldÂ’ve known
That youÂ’d wear out your welcome
Now you see

How quiet it is all alone
IÂ’m so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest
IÂ’m so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed -
While I find a place to rest
You try to take the best of me
Go away