Rocks and hard places
the subjects of every dream
if I pick one to kill
it still comes back in the morning
fresh eyed and haunting me
Pushing through to the next day with
some kind of animal habit
a mortal imperative to find out if there is an end
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
Sometimes I choose to die
martyr myself for my sanity
but the ceiling is still there in the morning,
old resolutions taunting me
Pushing through to the next day with
some kind of animal habit
a mortal imperative to find out if there is an end
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
Multitudes of partial me's are dancing in the dark
I try to pull the best ones into the light inside my heart
Multitudes of partial me's are dancing in the dark
I try to pull the best ones into the light inside my heart
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between
and all I can see is
the narrow between