I'm so tired but i can't sleep. My mind is full but i can't speak. Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i'm stuck Right here, somewhere between side a and side b.
I could call it compromise Or just an intermission. Some kind of consolation prize For the race i never finished.
I want to turn these tired gears. I want to feel the follow-through, Some kind of equilibrium... Something to set my watch to.
I'm here, somewhere between Victory and a white flag. Caught in this purgatory dream, i'm stuck.
But i want to set the record straight, I want to retrace my every step. If i could just rewind all the tapes Then maybe i'd find my loose thread.
Call it a compromise Or just an intermission. Some kind of consolation prize, So close, but never finished.
I want to turn these tired gears. I want to feel the follow-through, Some kind of equilibrium... Something to set my watch to