On this here street where I do sit
Lives a man we cant forgive
His felony was jealousy
An impossible personality
And if you think its you then let me know
He wasnt rich, he wasnt poor
Though how he longed for so much more
At night he dreamed of buccaneers
Pirate ships and privateers
And if you think its you then let me know
His window was his favourite seat
For watching history repeat
Was he cursed or was he blessed
In the end well he confessed
And if you think its you then let me know
This is what he said
The warning signs
Are on my wall
Theres no feelin anymore
Has it always been like this?
Signed and sealed without a kiss
Well I know its there
Its just something that I missed
And through the tears of madness
Souvenirs of sadness
Is all he sees, all he sees
So how do I begin to end this tale?
Of a time when all was well
And hed laze on summer days
Down by the lake
Where the seagulls play
What a way
To waste his days
Who is to blame?
Have I been framed?
Who is to blame?
Have I been framed?
For the death of these days?