Bases Of Pyramids

Raining, always raining on my parade
I could not even blame if my thoughts worked that way
If I’d words to convey that I give weight to staying on the path
It’s a crying shame to be here again

And I think that you love me as a second thought
While I'm trying to deep sea dive you’re obviously still so caught
Yeah you’re deep, deep in your stories

Falling, I’ll be falling straight to the floor
I’ll cover my heart in wonder if I find another that proves otherwise
Well, it’s five white knuckles to stability
In fact I'm here again 'cause it’s not me

Oh, I wish I’d been clearer from the start
And I think it’s impossible when you’re deep as you are
Still hanging around bases of pyramids and it’s not your fault
And it’s not my drug anymore