And, with the past erased, it seems okay to embrace the trouble by my side. Unholy and strange to think I'm good enough, and I can't shake it. Somehow, I can't speak so loud of the change that's coming, it's bigger than I've known. Oh, How I feel the tension grow in the ones I know! With every display of all that's insincere, it's understood it's all in the way a single act defies an explanation. Do you believe that any praise sustained is sacred to the grave, or moments being stronger willed by teh love refrained? When I look away from the company I keep... While there is hope (I know that will never fade), I'm expecting straight away that it may cease to be without a word to say, but the feeling stays.... Good all for a spell before I'm falling ill for losing sight of knowing the score between what's sentiment and recreation. And you believe in every feeling had, but, tell me, am I wrong to feel that I just don't belong where the time has gone? When I look away from the company I keep... What I want I know is so out of sight from what I have to find. So, instead of laying claim, I lay confident eyes on the summer sky. Oh, how the moments given away prey on the one who couldn't be saved!