Lead me to water Can I quench my thirst? When I take hold to one thing I find out what it's worth
Standing in the moonlight time and time again Tethered to a satellite, lonely at the end Technicolored images dance before my eyes Doing the impossible but I'm not satisfied
I'm scrolling through the information gauging my desire There's elemental wisdom deep within a burning fire Balancing facticity while channeling my muse I'm singing about my conceptual, circumstantial blues
Waiting in the dead of night until the light of dawn Unlock the chamber so I might be let in When I take hold to one thing I find that it resists Wandering the neighborhood while I should be in bed Observing in the silence there so I might understand I'm sailing on the ocean now searching for dry land Seeking out some solid ground for my feet to stand I want to refresh the content, eager to consume It's all a part of my conceptual, circumstantial blues
Even in the dead of the night I'll try to start again Turn back the pages, scan the fine print Maybe it's like David said, maybe that was itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
