Blinded lens of time, these feelings that arent mine Her wiseness strikes me cold, everybody must be told Her shouting makes me ache, when your watching I can't take it Your story makes no sense, week by week there's no suspense
So what's up with being taken in first? The colour seems to flap around and soak me with its bursts Comfortably drenched beyond repair, happy now that my feelings dead and its dampened all my flare Being pushed around with my legs deep in the ocean, it's 'cause I'm using every minute I spend Fire back but don't defend in emotion, the truths beneath me so I aim to pretend I stop and I'm wondering why, oh why, somehow without even knowing I've touched the sky As they come down, their singing my beliefs everything I feel is right beneath my feet
