Текст песни A Song without Words

This old town breeds the blues from the river to Rose Hill
The lone tree's not so lonely, even the clock's found time to kill
The voices haunt the hallways in crooning apparitions
The floorboards sound as if they were sick of being stepped on
The mattress lies a nightmare waiting to happen
And the porch is a nervous wreck because that's where the last tenants left
Never to return, not a nod of concern or regret

Well find time to celebrate, well I found time to grieve
With imaginary friends, imaginary enemies
Born to be let down, screaming out, scream it loud
Well I couldn't be more thankful but I sure as hell ain't proud
I'm sorry to say that I'm not sorry
Well if hatred must be taught, then love is a concept lost
All hail to the nation raised by toys that talk

Well you're starving for attention I'm thirsty for some time alone
You ain't all that clever but you're pretty good at playing dumb
The band wagon carries leeches to the bottom of the pond
Where they conjugate and wait for their free ride to stardom
Please stay seated 'til the next stop: Mainstream, USA
The leeches find a seat in the front while the sheep pile into the trunk
Well I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck
No, I ain't down with the herd, I don't like leeches they suck

Addicted to destruction, a self-mutilating trend
I'm my own worst enemy, I'm my own best friend
Well I know where I'm going, just not sure where I am
It's hot as hell in here, still my computer's frozen
I'm calm, I'm passive, I'm pretending to be heard
We can wait for the weather to change; you take the wind, I'll take the rainPoor Bailey - A Song without Words - http://ru.motolyrics.com/poor-bailey/a-song-without-words-lyrics.html
You read to find an answer, I write to find the way
Yeah, you read to find an answer, I write to find the way

The space between you and me, over land, over sea
I'm just a phone call away, you're impossible to reach
I wish I was gay, you wish you were straight
I can't tell you what to love but ask me what to hate
And I'll tell you a little story in a song without words
You love living your life on the edge; the excitement bores me to death
You're a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get
Yeah, you are a riddle to solve, I'm a joke that you don't get

Your lips taste of poison, of moments in motion
Of blood-stained lust and pathetic obsession
I'll die to warm the roots and save the other leaves
And fall to realize that everyone's following me
And I'm wandering around aimlessly
I'll try my worst to do my best; my plans to fail were a success
I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget
Yeah, I remind you to remember, you remind me to forget

I live in between the lines next to the blood-red margin
Like a road leading me to some unknown destination
Where it all goes, maybe I'll never know
But we're all growing up, yeah, we're all getting old
And if you want to see time fly, you better open your eyes
Because the higher you climb, the further you fall
And where we'll end up only time will tell
Well I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell
Yeah I'd rather be the feather that flew than the stone that once fell