And everyone considers it a gift. I wanna try, there's no way it fits. I don't know how I am supposed to feel. I don't know how I am supposed to feel.
So, we start over every night, the numbness or whatever diffused light. I don't know how I am supposed to feel. I don't know how I am supposed to feel without a focus. I'm trying, trying every day, but I don't know if perspective ceases to exist.
And you look over at me everyday and I look over at you every day. I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait. I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait. Though you're here, I'm still alone inside. I've got no feeling you're nothing but right. It's humbling when I'm here, I cannot lie. I'm humbled here, I mean I'm humbled inside. Without a single image as the focus, I don't know if perspective ceases to exist.
I see you try to find a simple place, the little room to get away. But it's too cold and draft your way back there. It's too cold and draft your way back there. And I play records people do away to find the meaning or the words to say. I don't know how I ever ignored this. I don't know how I ever ignored this without a focus. I'm trying, trying every day, but I don't know if perspective ceases to exist. Without a focus, I'm trying, trying ever day. But I don't know if perspective ceases to exist.
Sometimes, we drive just to sit and think for hours and hours and hours and hours. I don't know how I am supposed to feel. You don't know how you are supposed to feel. We overlooked it everyday, a thing of beauty if just went away. I don't know how it ever came to this. I don't know how it ever came to this.