Texty:
K S Choice Cocoon Crash

of where I am, but I don't know where that is And there's something right in front of me and I Touch the fingers of my hand and I wonder if it's me Holding

? They think I'm crazy They don't know that I like it here, it's nice in here I get everything for free Have you been here before? Shall I show you around? It's

Outside it's rainin', still you shine How I've missed your trembling hands inside of mine Been away for ages, still you care Do you count the Sundays

As she falls down and hurts her head She's lying still but she's not dead Awakens slowly, sees a picture of herself On the wall as she gets up Straightens

't think I'm better or kinder of heart I'm as guilty as I can be But every chance I get to put a smile on someone's face I will take it believe me But

If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling With a cigarette in your mouth And your hands reaching out for something If I could, if I could wear

of all your skin Go ahead call it a cocoon crash Call it what you will? Call it what you will? Go ahead call it a cocoon crash Suddenly the ego that