| Ask me where it hurts, oh
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| I’m not so sure
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| But can being all rational make up
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| For when I’m feeling lost?
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| There’s a rumour spreading through
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| My body as I move further from the truth
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| It’s all logic and pretend
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| If I find no way to mend
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| I don’t know then
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| Fall into position
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| What do you need proof for?
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| When every disease is a distraction
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| I’ll be careful with words
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| Did I scream through the blast?
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| I wish I could keep track of reality
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| Have you noticed how I laugh?
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| I went sane and I went back too deep
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| And there’s all of this space we were not using
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| I thought we could make something out of it
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| Oh and all of this fear’s counterproductive
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| I thought we should bet on the next best thing
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| And there’s all of this space we were not using
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| I thought we could make something out of it
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| Oh and all of this fear’s counterproductive
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| I thought we should bet on the next best thing
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| After all that can be said, I just can’t wait
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| To get my own reasons out of the way
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| If there’s nothing we can do to make it happen
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| Let the pieces move 'til we find our meaning
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| My head is overflowing
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| Information is a load I can’t take off
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| The more I hear, the less I know
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| I just need to find a way to cross
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| And there’s all of this space we were not using
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| I thought we could make something out of it
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| Oh and all of this fear’s counterproductive
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| I thought we should bet on the next best thing
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| And there’s all of this space we were not using
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| I thought we could make something out of it
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| Oh and all of this fear’s counterproductive
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| I thought we should bet on the next best thing |