Из альбома: Symptoms + Cures
We're not the first, wiping ice from the blinder's eyes
We don't know how long this will tide us over
See results divide into very clear realities
You couldn't set them further apart and I
Can't ever look far enough
Reach up to the highest point or brought down to the lowest level
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me
Build up the attainable, already set up to fail
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me
I'm worn right out asking for solutions I don't need
See the answers just aren't good enough, and of course
After a while I've made a new realization
As mush as I gain today, spills out even in a different way
We'll watch essentials dislocate, stripped away Am I working in vain?
The balance will allow losing unexpectedly
I know the balance will allow finding and recovering
Balance will allow Resolution's finding me
Balance will allow Resolution's finding me, finding me
Balance will allow
Balance will allow
Balance will allow
Resolution's finding me
When it rains it pours See the floodgates opening
Desolate, dry spells When there's nothing happening,
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me
When it rains it pours See the floodgates opening
Desolate, dry spells When there's nothing happening,
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me
Reach up to the highest point or brought down to the lowest level
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me
Build up the attainable, already set up to fail
The balance will allow Split and substain in front of me