There's a point you're told is close enough
like a camera lurks behind your eyes
they're thinking you don't feel the same
but you're drowning too with no escape
no escape.
There's a point where all will shut you out
so you watch 'em drift off through the room
but you hold the keys so you have to wait
to pull over ten times on the drive home
yeah you know the way home.
There's a point where all rough edges fade
you're dancing free of frowns and stares
I often long to dip my big toe in
I might sink like a stone in your curly hair
your curly hair.
There's a point I wanna reach with you
but I'm holding back for fear (or pride)
from the roller-coaster around this zoo
I just count the casualties of the ride
I just count the casualties of the ride
the point is...?
