Ride & drive,
by rewired,
06/07/03.
I'm so lost to time and I
drift closer and then swing further away
from what you consider to be of importance
and what you consider to be insane.
You have four directions and
I have eight, a broken compass and a
spinning mind.
You travel to every side of life,
but I've got up, down, within,
and out-the-other-way as well.
Can you understand that you just cannot understand?
Can't you comprehend that I just cannot comprehend?
I've got to surf and ride this wave or get
swallowed in the undertow; I’ve got to look
deep and find the answers just
because I need to know.
I'm just trying to be complete
after fretting and bickering over
the mess of shattered, scattered
pieces all these years.
I want to be able to pull through and then
just feel whole again,
to remember what's it's like
to own my mind,
to bear the sensations that sent me running
and revel in the sights that in the past
have made me blind, and
here I want just a taste of this, but you
won't give in.
Here I want just a sneak preview of
what could be, but you
keep on resisting.
I don't know where I'm going, I
don't know where I'm from -- I don't
even know how it that I got here,
but would knowing the progression
of that fate provide any map on
how to get out of this?
All this cannot be written in stone.
There's got to be a way back home.
I would die ten times to open my eyes
and sit in the throne inside again,
to live feeling the kind of life,
the taste with which you tease;
to have brighter things to bleed
to make the choice to be free.
by rewired,
06/07/03.
I'm so lost to time and I
drift closer and then swing further away
from what you consider to be of importance
and what you consider to be insane.
You have four directions and
I have eight, a broken compass and a
spinning mind.
You travel to every side of life,
but I've got up, down, within,
and out-the-other-way as well.
Can you understand that you just cannot understand?
Can't you comprehend that I just cannot comprehend?
I've got to surf and ride this wave or get
swallowed in the undertow; I’ve got to look
deep and find the answers just
because I need to know.
I'm just trying to be complete
after fretting and bickering over
the mess of shattered, scattered
pieces all these years.
I want to be able to pull through and then
just feel whole again,
to remember what's it's like
to own my mind,
to bear the sensations that sent me running
and revel in the sights that in the past
have made me blind, and
here I want just a taste of this, but you
won't give in.
Here I want just a sneak preview of
what could be, but you
keep on resisting.
I don't know where I'm going, I
don't know where I'm from -- I don't
even know how it that I got here,
but would knowing the progression
of that fate provide any map on
how to get out of this?
All this cannot be written in stone.
There's got to be a way back home.
I would die ten times to open my eyes
and sit in the throne inside again,
to live feeling the kind of life,
the taste with which you tease;
to have brighter things to bleed
to make the choice to be free.
