disjointed
One of these days I will have all the answers
Today is not that day
Streaming along the current of my conscience
Letting the tide of my mind
Crash all my thoughts and tribulation on shore
Sing sweetness
Down with the weary flow
Like clockwork with each sunrise
Such a sad day in this defeatist world.
It’s always winter in my head
Its snow seeping out in tear drop form
These surroundings are against me
I can’t grasp this unruly flight
Of love and its seeming abundance
It recoils when I’m in range
And if time and fate allow
Oh, if time and fate would only allow
Let one piece
A particle, some resemblance of its magic
Fall out of line to me.
Today is not that day
Streaming along the current of my conscience
Letting the tide of my mind
Crash all my thoughts and tribulation on shore
Sing sweetness
Down with the weary flow
Like clockwork with each sunrise
Such a sad day in this defeatist world.
It’s always winter in my head
Its snow seeping out in tear drop form
These surroundings are against me
I can’t grasp this unruly flight
Of love and its seeming abundance
It recoils when I’m in range
And if time and fate allow
Oh, if time and fate would only allow
Let one piece
A particle, some resemblance of its magic
Fall out of line to me.