You're looking at the ceiling
You can't shake the feeling again
Listening to your thoughts collapse
It seems you're losing track of them
All your life you've wanted it
You've fought so hard to let it in
Looking for excuses now
And then somehow it all begins
Maybe it's too difficult, maybe it's a ruse
Maybe it will make me wrong, maybe too confused
Well I don't know
At least I don't think so
Staring at the midnight sky
The thoughts all make you cry and then
Looking back on your release
The future seems to cease again
Maybe it's too difficult, maybe it's a ruse
Maybe it will make me wrong, maybe too confused
Well I don't know
At least I don't think so
The midnight skies attach your thoughts
To what we've been and what we're not
All the years spent wondering
In the distance it's been thundering
Maybe it's too difficult, maybe it's a ruse
Maybe it will make you wrong, maybe too confused
Well I don't know
At least I don't think so
Was this meant to grow?
Well I don't know