All the colors in this morning sky
Are printed in the eyes of the lover sitting by my side
Careful dreams make manifest my prize
But I can't seem to quell the waters changing all my tides
The ripples in this lake always collide
But I'm too scared to jump in
So I'll walk around to the other side
I think the water's dirty
But still
It keeps the fish alive
Will the slumber wait for me?
Will the slumber wait for me?
When will it seem too much to be wedged between greatness and mediocrity?
Which way's up from here?
Which way's up from here?
And how deep will I dig that question
Into the ground?
I'm spinning around
Hoping this dizziness won't bring me down