Could I be losing my mind for small frames of time? Sure... I guess I deal with it.

Why is that I keep on wondering so much?
Who is that other person from one time to the other... who just fades after a moment that doesn't seem fake at all..?
If they could read my lines, both could turn into one
If I would erase the empty spaces, she wouldn't appear so often

Change to feel
Think to know
Feel to Speak

Words that come along, get together and laugh at me for I just am too weak to make them real.
And it is just a moment, just a click, just a sigh.. which separates me from that colorless lady who likes to lay on clouds...

If it's right or if it's wrong... here she comes along
have her lock herself for a while, and then I could know
For him she's there... and he would not let her go
But what he doesn't know is that she runs, she knows, she comes...

I push a key and days begin again
songs are sang, kids are loved
but her special retarded friend will be reminded for her special little secret
all she can't really say...

*she lost it*

Lyrics by Chan Marshall

Pick us up we’re all by ourselves
The great big howling is about to begin
A thousand miles after from where it all begins

Old world, the whole world is

Going on and on (forfeit the shape to fit)
the backhand to a touch is moving on again
Going on and on

What’s next?
I’m out of time
Losing my touch I can't feel
Speak for me; do you see the same signs?
Do you know how to read between the lines?
All in all, it's all or none, all for one.
What you want?

Pick us out of a line up
Stranded and strange just as innocent as kids
The found are leaving and they're trying to forget.
The old world, the whole world is

Going on and on (forfeit the shape to fit)
a backhand to the touch is moving on again
Going on and on

What’s next?
I’m out of time.
Losing my touch I can't feel
Speak for me; do you see the same signs?
Do you know how to read between the lines?
All in all, it's all or none, all for one.
What you want?

Going on and on