The broken glass that fades
The past is a parade of countless days
Painting patterns in the sand


My motorcycle brain
Remains to be explained

It's like a summer rain
Pictures passing through a field
Blowing into the horizon


Watching the shadows on the wall
Tell me can you see my thoughts?

Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?


I need a friendly hand
Someone who'll understand me by the river bed
When there's nothing to be said anyway

It's all inside your head you know it.

Watching the shadows on the wall

Tell me can you see my thoughts?
Watching the shadows on the wall
Have you seen it all before?