Catatonia

I thought wed escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought wed escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
But dreaming is for moonrise
Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But its the end of me
I thought it could change
Id wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldnt get there behind walls of sunday papers
I thought it could change