Where are we going?
My powers of observation are facing a black out.
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.
Things are closer than they appear,
though my optimism's gone straight to hell.
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.
I don't feel any younger, but it feels right.
Doomed to the fringe from the get go.
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone.
I don't feel any younger, but it feels right.
I'm still coughing up the words to say.
One by one, they’ll come cause' it feels right.