We are all trapped in prisons of the mind,
|
it's a hard sensibility
|
but we'll see it through in time
|
but when words come between us
|
Noiseless in the air
|
Believe me, I know it's so easy to despair.
|
|
but don't
|
Tonight i'm talking to myself
|
There's no one that I know as well
|
Thoughts collide without a sound
|
Frantic, fighting to be found
|
|
And I've found things in this life
|
that still are real
|
a remainder refusing to be concealed
|
And I've found the answer lies in a real emotion
|
Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion
|
|
Too many situations
|
Left with too little to say
|
So we try, we try to feel our way
|
And if decisions cause divisions
|
Tell me who's to blame?
|
Pick a target for convenience
|
When there are other ways
|
|
So don't
|
Tonight i'm talking to myself
|
There's no one that I know as well
|
Thoughts collide without a sound
|
Frantic, fighting to be found
|
|
And I've found things in this life
|
that still are real
|
a remainder refusing to be concealed
|
I've found the answer lies in a real emotion
|
Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion
|
|
-----------------
|
Remainder
|
| Rites Of Spring |
