Here we are again
Past the pale
There's a shadow locked in just next door that grows longer each year
The past looms over my mind like some gathering clouds
And I've lost my awareness somewhere in this gathering crowd
I think that I know and I know that I think, but I've still learned next to none
The product of all my assumptions effectively shunned
Cast myself into exile, maybe textiles will help me remember the meaning of context
It's well beyond threats
I've acted on my words
Don't look so disturbed
So the sun falls as we wonder if we'll understand what is happening tomorrow
Gladness and sorrow
And envy and fear
Things that I've borrowed
Which others hold dear
Things that I've borrowed
Which others hold dear
Why did I make all these decisions
With idiotic precision
I revel in my own derision
And division, see my schisms and my cracks
Throughout the concrete, with my sack of dirty laundry
I can't escape mistakes which haunt me,
So I'll find a way to spend the day
Alone, with only my mind
And you'll try to catch up but I'm already running behind
I need time to think, and gather my thoughts
Its only October, but every tree's already bought
I am who I'm not and I'm not who I am
But the postman finds me still
As I wait for deliverance alone in my house on the hill
As we drive north on the south fork of the island with a smile I think of the old me
The not often bold me who
Never once was heard
Don't look so disturbed
So the sun falls as we wonder if we'll understand what is happening tomorrow
Gladness and sorrow
And envy and fear
Things that I've borrowed
Which others hold dear
Things that I've borrowed
Which others hold... dear
Things that I've borrowed
Which others hold