The broken glass that fades   The past is a parade of countless days   Painting patterns in the sand     My motorcycle brain   Remains to be explained   It's like a summer rain   Pictures passing through a field   Blowing into the horizon     Watching the shadows on the wall   Tell me can you see my thoughts?   Watching the shadows on the wall   Have you seen it all before?     I need a friendly hand   Someone who'll understand me by the river bed   When there's nothing to be said anyway   It's all inside your head you know it.     Watching the shadows on the wall   Tell me can you see my thoughts?   Watching the shadows on the wall   Have you seen it all before?