From the top to the bottom   bottom to top I stop   at the core I've forgotten   in the middle of my thoughts   taken far from my safety   the picture's there   the memory won't escape me   but why should I care?   From the top to the bottom   bottom to top I stop   at the core I've forgotten   in the middle of my thoughts   taken far from my safety   the picture's there   the memory won't escape me   but why should I care?      Theres a place so dark you can't see the end   skies cock back [back]   and shock that which can't defend   the rain then sends dripping   acidic questions   forcefully   the power of suggestion   then with the eyes shut   looking through the rust, and rot, and dust   a small spot of light floods the floor   and pours over the rusted world of pretend   and the eyes ease open   and it's dark again      From the top to the bottom   bottom to top I stop   at the core I've forgotten   in the middle of my thoughts   taken far from my safety   the pictures there   the memory won't escape me   but why should I care?      In the memory you'll find me   eyes burning up   the darkness holding me tightly   until the sun rises up      Moving all around   screaming of the ups and downs   pollution manifested in perpetual sound   the wheels go round   and the sunset creeps behind street lamps   chain link and concrete   a little piece of paper with a picture drawn   floats on down the street   till the wind is gone   the memory now is like the picture was then   when the papers crumpled up   can be perfect again      From the top to the bottom   bottom to top I stop   at the core I've forgotten   in the middle of my thoughts   taken far from my safety   the pictures there   the memory won't escape me   but why should I care?   From the top to the bottom   bottom to top I stop   at the core I've forgotten   in the middle of my thoughts   taken far from my safety   the picture's there   the memory won't escape me   but why should I care?      In the memory you'll find me   eyes burning up   the darkness holding me tightly   until the sun rises up      Now you got me caught in the act   you bring the thought back   Now you got me caught in the act   you bring the thought back   Now you got me caught in the act   you bring the thought back      Now you got me caught in the act   you bring the thought back   I'm telling you that   I see it right through you (7x)      In the memory you'll find me   eyes burning up   the darkness holding me tightly   until the sun rises up   in the memory   you'll find me   eyes burning up   the darkness holding me tightly   until the sun rises up      Oooh, she's got eyes of the bluest skies   As if they thought of rain      Oooh, she's got eyes of the bluest skies   As if they thought of rain   I hate to look into those eyes   And see an ounce of pain