Aviator

Desperation sits just like a friend upon the floor
 My pictures are all torn around my feet
 Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
 And an angry crowd is gathering in the street
 To take my time away
 To take my time away
 If I'm the man they say I am, then why am I still here?
 My portrait seems to make me look quite sane
 There's no hair inside my helm and no scars upon my face
 But the crowd is knocking on the door again
 To take my time away
 To take my time away
 And the music is so loud that I have lost all sense of time
 A phone rings but no one makes a sound
 The storm's a'falling on the roof and smashing all the tiles
 And the banners are a'waltzing 'round and 'round
 To take my time away
 To take my time away
 In all of my life you know I've done no man no wrong
 And yet to some that is the only mortal sin
 And so I stand accused of the crime of being poor
 While my thoughts are all confused by the din
 The din that takes my time away
 It takes my time away
 I light a cigarette just to try and slow my thoughts
 My throat is awful dry but I can't drink
 There's a clamoring within now, and a clamoring without
 So much going on I just can't think
 And take my time away
 And take my time away
 And meanwhile in the woods what are they doing to the trees
 Why must they make them spark and let them burn
 It takes such a long long time for trees like that to grow
 Some people just never ever learn
 And yet they take my time away
 They take my time away
 There will be nothing left if this madness runs its course
 Except the gleaming buildings to the sky
 With solitude unknown and every friendly word
 With the sound of feet as the old world shuffles by
 Taking my time away
 Taking my time away
 No concessions to my past no there's none that I can make
 If I had my time I'd do it all again
 I'd just make a few adjustments to the way I treated you
 And let myself be washed by the rain
 The rain that takes my time away
 The rain that takes my time away
 Desperation sits just like an old friend on the floor
 My pictures are all torn around my feet
 Mr. Madness points his eyes, a finger from his chair
 And an angry crowd is gathering in the street
 To take my time away
 To take my time away
 To take my time away
 To take my time away