I used to think we'd make it, the future here seems bleak.
Not a thing could come between us, I smell fate's awful reek.
I know nothing can be done, it's all up to you now.
The suspense is so nerve-racking, as I wipe the sweat off of brow.
I'm restless when I dream, my thoughts all lie on you.
Whenever I try to change things, my plans are changed into...
Another rising question, with no answer plain to sight.
Confusion dwells within me, my thoughts from wrong to right.
No words can even describe, mysteries of the human soul.
I've spilled mine out upon you, casting a shadow as black as coal.
Yet you keep yours in a box, of ignorance and doubt.
The key is deep within you, only you can let it out.
It isn't quite as easy, as it may appear to be.
The pain and torment tease me, nothing to set me free....
But the soul in which you hide, within your little box
No other way to free me, your answer always shocks....
My entire state of being, an answer I look to as low.
The only thing you tell me is, "How can I really know?"
Comprehension comes to me never, as those words begin to rise,
Though I see that your sincere, in your unbearably majestic eyes.
Yet it settles me none at all, to think the answer's gone,
I wait here till' it comith', what hunt have you set me on?
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