If only you knew, I thought to her,
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
These problems aren't bound to this world,
just another microcosmic rendition.
The universe is in absolute harmony,
we're all dancing in slightly-differing styles,
to the same skipping record that acts as
the soundtrack to our existence.
We're all looking for the same answers,
and even if you remembered, it would only
show you how far we haven't come,
how much work we all have to do.
And here we hide in our delusions,
but we haven't been excommunicated here,
we are not refugees, we've been put here,
out of tune -- please don't ask by what or whom --
forever waiting for something we're
too damned scared to recall.
Blind before our mirrors.
Not answering our own phone calls
to ourselves, taking our letters from the dark
behind our mirrors and returning it to sender just
to do it again and again,
doing our best to postpone
the inevitable.
If only you knew, I thought to her,
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
After all this time I wonder if these
questions can have any answers, if this
wheel has an end, if there's a good life passed
the swampland, the marsh, and if
we could all make it.
It's all so hard to explain.
It's all so hard to comprehend.
I wish my mind were clearer, so I could
stretch myself to devour this mystery I've
been chasing, hardly enough time to remember
it all till I'm forced to forget again, like coming out
of a dream again and again, I feel like
...like Bruce Willis's character in 12 Monkeys.
...like Chicken Little and the Ugly Duckling rolled into one.
...like that one Twlight Zone episode were that guy keeps
seeing the little gremlin guy on the wing of the plane but
every time he points it out to someone it disappears.
...I feel like the wise man wondering if he's a man dreaming
he's a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he's a man.
And I'm so confused, dear, but I'll
do what I can, I'll do what I can.
If only you knew, I thought to her,
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
These problems aren't bound to this world,
just another microcosmic rendition.
The universe is in absolute catastrophie.
Like we've got all the answers but none of the questions
or we got all the questions but none of the answers.
And I can't say when the shit will hit the fan.
The sky's been falling so long in our eyes, together
we could build the best umbrella to
shelter ourselves from the storm.
We could laugh in the rain and drown
in the warmth of each other's caress.
What an answer.
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
These problems aren't bound to this world,
just another microcosmic rendition.
The universe is in absolute harmony,
we're all dancing in slightly-differing styles,
to the same skipping record that acts as
the soundtrack to our existence.
We're all looking for the same answers,
and even if you remembered, it would only
show you how far we haven't come,
how much work we all have to do.
And here we hide in our delusions,
but we haven't been excommunicated here,
we are not refugees, we've been put here,
out of tune -- please don't ask by what or whom --
forever waiting for something we're
too damned scared to recall.
Blind before our mirrors.
Not answering our own phone calls
to ourselves, taking our letters from the dark
behind our mirrors and returning it to sender just
to do it again and again,
doing our best to postpone
the inevitable.
If only you knew, I thought to her,
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
After all this time I wonder if these
questions can have any answers, if this
wheel has an end, if there's a good life passed
the swampland, the marsh, and if
we could all make it.
It's all so hard to explain.
It's all so hard to comprehend.
I wish my mind were clearer, so I could
stretch myself to devour this mystery I've
been chasing, hardly enough time to remember
it all till I'm forced to forget again, like coming out
of a dream again and again, I feel like
...like Bruce Willis's character in 12 Monkeys.
...like Chicken Little and the Ugly Duckling rolled into one.
...like that one Twlight Zone episode were that guy keeps
seeing the little gremlin guy on the wing of the plane but
every time he points it out to someone it disappears.
...I feel like the wise man wondering if he's a man dreaming
he's a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he's a man.
And I'm so confused, dear, but I'll
do what I can, I'll do what I can.
If only you knew, I thought to her,
if only you knew, but you do, but
you just won't remember.
These problems aren't bound to this world,
just another microcosmic rendition.
The universe is in absolute catastrophie.
Like we've got all the answers but none of the questions
or we got all the questions but none of the answers.
And I can't say when the shit will hit the fan.
The sky's been falling so long in our eyes, together
we could build the best umbrella to
shelter ourselves from the storm.
We could laugh in the rain and drown
in the warmth of each other's caress.
What an answer.
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