There must be something that keeps me awake, Or some kind of pill I can take, To break these bad habits.
I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough, Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz, At an odd tempo.
Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee? A curious puzzle still cursing me, To follow or lead.
You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt, I can't tell just which option is worse, Dying pure or aware.
So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats, Too far off for my ears to reach, Just a hint of timing.
Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee? A curious puzzle still cursing me, To follow or lead.
And I don't know where I'm going, Cause I can't see the road, oh it's winding, Just as long as I keep breathing, I've got this uncomfortable feeling, Heavy feet, shakey hands, troubled hall.