The idea Is the fuel for a spirited life An idea, just a thought If it’s wrong or right Pull us in, pull us close and then pull ahead Don’t be told, don’t let it go, don’t say it’s something he said.
We’ll simmer down Like grey coals on a dying pit I’ll look at you and we’ll roll our eyes. Expected. Torrential waves bringing wishy washy in their boats Here they come. Nou let them in. Now enjoy the flood.
No. It’s not me. It’s them.
The hunger rays have turned to a different mark The devils trill, make me full with a beautiful wife I want to be just like her when I die I want to be, I want to be but I don’t want to try.
No. It is me. I’m not them.
We keep hanging on
I’ve got a voice but the question keeps holding me back I’ve got a voice but the mess is drowning us out I’ve got a choice but the choices are getting weaker I had a reason but the reason went away
