I stumble through this godforsaken Uncertain of the path I'm taking But along the way, I make a smile I hope where I end up might be worthwhile
Holding in the breath of anger Inside this old refrigerator Those days are gone, there's more ahead So concentrate on what's in store instead
A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme Then I find out what I want is something inbetween Waking and repeating my routines Walking circles, talk in circles to me
Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool Jumping headfirst into symmetry I am splitting at the seams, hold me
In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool This sole reflection is my own / the pool is still until the pebble's thrownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
