Now, Son - Pink Turns Blue

Terrified that I’m crossing myself

There’ll be plenty of time

For us to talk

The thoughts go racing

Floating round in the clouds

I brought my fate upon myself

I really do not love

But facts aren’t everything

They have befouled the whole cause

Apathy has taken its place

My place

Lost in a maze of waking dreams

Caught in some stupid lies

Amusing myself with children’s games

Only to live no matter how

Laying aside all my past

My own self

And everything, everything

Full of almost admiration for myself

But…

Come back to me

Oh my wild son

Oh my son