As I walk, as I smoke
Crystals grow in my throat
In my blood, in my brain
Precious diamonds of pain
I don't hold it, fight or pretend
Let it take me again
And if the truth is so lame
I don't blame
My imagination
My imagination
My imagination
My imagination
You're my head growing blue
As I write this for you
You're the leaves on ground quite evenings
Sun going down
Maybe I love you
but I'm tired of your selfish point of view
And your tastless tooth
Shine, shine, shine sunrise
On my morning sorrow
Give me a last smile before I forget you tommorow
Forget you tommorow
Forget you tommorow
Forget you tommorow