Opium
SometimesI feel like I want to liveFar from the metropolisJust walk through that door.
SometimesI feel like I want to flyReach out to the painted skyA prisoner to the windA bird on the wing
SometimesI feel the ocean in my bloodSee rain from the sky aboveHer salt brined tears.
And nowThose tears leave taste on my tongueLike the warm rush you get fromBlack opiumBlack opium
SometimesI feel like I want to leaveBehind all these memoriesAnd walk through that door.
OutsideThe black night calls my nameBut all roads look the sameThey lead nowhereThey lead nowhere