| A so long time now it’s unclear
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| A thin line between hope and fear
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| Too many steps go back and stand still far beyond the dawn
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| I walk my way — still wait for you to come
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| This feeling’s new but quite as gone
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| I am eager for the time that will come again or not
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| I don’t know what to do now
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| Am I right or just too proud of what I think that makes me alive?
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| Keeps me alive, just gives me life
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| That makes me live, that makes me give but never forgive
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| Never shows what really is
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| Won’t you go and keep your decision
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| Who may know about this divergent daydream in me?
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| Let me know and make your decision
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| You can’t know about this divergent daydream in me
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| About the daydream inside my head
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| About the daydream inside of me
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| The more I get, the less I know
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| Progress is marching on too slow
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| I have to admit it’s in a way
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| Exciting if we walk the same course or not
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| Come, suck me off and let me in
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| But beware what may lay within
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| Never forget that faster than you think
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| I could turn the tables |