Echo of a Whisper

Words & Music by Chris Miller

Copyright (c) 1996-2004 DoublePlanet.com

All Rights Reserved

Some pieces don't fit
at the edge of the dream
a crack in time
a rip in the seams

I know a guy so sad
he wrote IT all down
they tarred and feathered him
drove him outa' town

I had an antfarm once
some dumb little shit
pulled down his pants
pissed on it

locked in my cage
nowhere to go
the main attraction 
of a sideshow

Smothing's misfit
somehow not quite right
my heart hangs between 
what's real and what's nice

I know a guy
at night, hear him scream
he has it bad
fending of the dreams

He wrote THE BOOK
expecting wild spoils
he ran an ad in it
selling snakeoil

Forget the pain
the potion kicks in
Don't ask me
don't know where I've been

We breath
and we live our lives
and here we are
and it's now

Only a drift I get
chase our tails
the April Fool rests
on a bed of nails

Something somehow doesn't
fit quite right
gap in who you are
and what you did last night

There's a guy ya' know
he wrote IT all down
all was lost
his house burned to the ground

He was on the ship
the night that it sank
now he's laughing
all the way to the bank

On with the face
the lie that you wear
the lie that you swear to
doesn't quite fit you.