Eleven

For every questions there's an answer
You can find it when you look deep within
Problems blow back in your face
When you toss them to the wind
Life is a cycle of pleasure
Life is a cycle of pain
And life the four seasons
They all come around again
Where you are I?ve been
Where I am you?ve yet to go
Trust the voices in your head
And the visions of your soul
Battles are won
When there's courage to fight
When there's war in the day
Find the peace at night.

i am on top of a tricky situation
balancing terrors on the head of a pin
the only breeze i get is that from the papers
pushed around my desk, trying to win

you are so sad like a lonely zero
there's nothing to fear but being yourself
loosen up the bad days without a Miranda
keeping all your keys worn, helping yourself

i am at war with the doors in my building
look the other way and they all disappear
but in the other room there's a candle flicking
spitting our flames in the shape of a tear

i think a museum is a medicine cabinet
valium prescribed by some guy named monet
guardsmen say step away from the aspirin
pill covered tiled floor, capsule array

you are like one of those sunday drivers
whenever I'm speeding you get in the way
if i could only stop with all these high fives
maybe we'd almost have something to stay

but in a tiny room there's a candle flicking
spitting out flames that beg you to stay
and in a tiny room there's a room that's smaller
confined and awkward sends you away

but i am on top of a tricky situation
balancing terrors on the head of a pin
the only breeze i get is that from the papers
pushed around my desk, trying to win

Chorus
I feel something big is happening
I feel something big is going to be

on the street there's never a stranger
run from smoke clouds, die by yourself
and if this moment?s truly in danger
I will abandon all prospects of health

sing me a rag tag army of saviors
everyone knows i need some relief
and you're so set with your tiny new paint brush
how can you tell if i'll ever be beat?

telephone calls are not a disaster
unless you're running from a telephoneman
sidekicks surface as the story's hero
holding some ransom on the man with the plan

but i am on top of a tricky situation
balancing terrors on the head of a pin
the only breeze i get is that from the papers
pushed around my desk, trying to win

Chorus
I feel something big is happening
I feel something big is going to be

confused and cold and they tell you to hang on
this science will make test tubes of us all
dog ear deadly pages of a higher asterisk
sip softer coffee, watch giants fall

orange and yellow are a box of matches
outlaw lawyers in a faker's parade
telecast lightning with a proper reverb
42 pictures, slow watery fade

i know that these old battles are won
when sometime somewhere there's courage to fight
and if this war is wrecking your daytime
take heart darling find peace at night

but i am on top of my urge to ponder
checking my watch to see if I'm sane
but in a tiny room there's a lyric yonder
kissing like lover's in the pouring rain

Chorus
I feel something big is happening
I feel something big is going to be

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
eight, nine, ten.....eleven

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
eight, nine, ten.....eleven