Don't Forget To Feel
Let's not arrive
at the end... sleeping
Disenchanted, disconnected
and so numb
Just don't forget to feel
So you're feeling less than perfect
at least you feel alive
A tremor deeper than the surface
It can serve you fine
Just don't forget to feel
Kill the artist before he leaves his bed
Far too much trouble-all those thoughts in his head
Can't be bothered, not got the time to waste
Spoonfed-junkie-suffered-children...
for drapes of gold 'bout your chest
Who'll paint the skies, if not by numbers
if all we leave them is grey
The windows closing on this bleak December
yet I won't close the shade
Just don't forget to feel
Let's not arrive
at the end... sleeping
Disenchanted, disconnected
and so numb
Just don't forget to feel
So you're feeling less than perfect
at least you feel alive
A tremor deeper than the surface
It can serve you fine
Just don't forget to feel
Kill the artist before he leaves his bed
Far too much trouble-all those thoughts in his head
Can't be bothered, not got the time to waste
Spoonfed-junkie-suffered-children...
for drapes of gold 'bout your chest
Who'll paint the skies, if not by numbers
if all we leave them is grey
The windows closing on this bleak December
yet I won't close the shade
Just don't forget to feel