Some Old Guy's
Writings
Lose Your Illusion
Count me down
Knock me out
Show me what it's all about
Shock and awe
Shortest straw
Not the fastest on the draw
In the dark
Stop my heart
Old and new can't tell apart
Split the change
Flip the page
What we know is re-arranged
When nothing's right with all that's left
All you have to say is yes
Every memory we have made
Like a tablet made of clay
'Cause I am looking where you're not
Memorizing on the spot
Just don't believe the things you see
If you got your eyes on me
Ask you one
Got me none
I see where it's coming from
Take your time
Don't take mine
Not leaving anyone behind
Draw the first
What it's worth
Like the writing on the dirt
Lend your ear
Lose the fear
Watch your worries disappear
When nothing's right with all that's left
All you have to say is yes
Every face that we have made
On the tablet made of clay
'Cause I am looking when you're not
Memorizing on the spot
Just don't believe the things you see
If you got your eyes on me