LinesInside a broken statue,Inside a living room.A neverending end that fades into the doom, that looms around the corner and falls into the spacethat occupies my room; the expression of my brain.Into the corners where I turn and lag from cell to cell.Lagging with a hope for neverending walls to hope for neverending bells to ring with the soundof all the times i'll walk to gather, and polish, and shine all the times that you will arrive.Lines, and Lines, and Lines.10 million miles.Allways been apart, but never really been apart.Lies, and Lies, and Lies.100 million miles.Never to be together, and allways sort of togeth