I Live With A Brain That Knows How To Weather
The Constant Barrage Of Putting Together
A Picture Of Me I`m Sure You Will Miss
I Think From A Place That`s Long Been Detached
The Center Of Gravity That Circles My Path
Will Draw You In Too If You Try To Resist
The Order Of Detail Floods My Life
Like A Marionette To Sadness
I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me
It Strings Me Along Leaving Time
To Let Me Pretend I Can`t See
There`s Always Been Someone I`d Rather Be
I Need Razor Straight Lines
Marching In Time
Clearly Marked Stop Signs
And Thoughts To Call Mine
A Beginning An End
A Pattern To Follow
Time To Prepare
I Am Almost There
I Am Not Quiet
I Choose Not To Talk
I`m Afraid Of Myself And Of You
Your Terrible Plans
And The Conclusions I Have Been Led To
The Ones I Can`t Undo
The Order Of Detail Floods My Life
Like A Marionette To Sadness
I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me
It Strings Me Along Leaving Time
To Let Me Pretend I Can`t See
There`s Always Been Someone I`d Rather Be
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