What do you think of these lyrics?

waiting for the crowd to come knock on the door its a long ways down from the open shore and theyve got nothing but themselves to endure and after its done theyll beg for more. dreaming as they plot and scheme to make a picture perfect picture of what was seen. hours past the hours of drifting fast making all of the people forget their past. they're just long lost lovers in a spinning wheel without a secret to bear or giving a care and they are always thinking of another way to bring this moment to life for a different day. scratch scratch on the heads of the world its an itchy little boy and noisy girl. walking on the walls of the pretty night its just a losing battle but a winning fight. hoping for a lucky winning streak where the gold is buried and the women weep i drank a cold hard bottle with a silver beak to make it all make sense and my senses weak.