If you had to make it matter, but you just can’t find the words When you’re waiting for an answer that you’ve already heard Then you’re drowning in the moment ‘cause you never leaned to swim As the distance grows between the shores, you know how this could end Are you thankful for your well wishers, who put you on your way Or bitter ‘cause your currency is lost in the exchange So forget about your handfuls, when it’s worthless you’re sublime As the sun begins to grow red you’re running low on time I have to wonder, are you stuck under clouds of possibilities? Or can’t you turn against those urges? They’ll desert you, guaranteed If nothing’s certain then that’s worse than this confusion as it intrudes on you and me If you fit into your pattern, it should come as no surprise As it's the safest the stars that shatter you learn to be polite So be hopeful as a candle is worried for its flame The more that you could handle here, the less you feel the same I have to wonder are you stuck under clouds of possibilities Or can’t you turn against those urges? They’ll desert you, guaranteed If nothings certain than that’s worse than this confusion as it intrudes on you and me
If you had to make it matter, but you just can’t find the words When you’re waiting for an answer that you’ve already heard Then you’re drowning in the moment ‘cause you never leaned to swim As the distance grows between the shores, you know how this could end Are you thankful for your well wishers, who put you on your way Or bitter ‘cause your currency is lost in the exchange So forget about your handfuls, when it’s worthless you’re sublime As the sun begins to grow red you’re running low on time I have to wonder, are you stuck under clouds of possibilities? Or can’t you turn against those urges? They’ll desert you, guaranteed If nothing’s certain then that’s worse than this confusion as it intrudes on you and me If you fit into your pattern, it should come as no surprise As it's the safest the stars that shatter you learn to be polite So be hopeful as a candle is worried for its flame The more that you could handle here, the less you feel the same I have to wonder are you stuck under clouds of possibilities Or can’t you turn against those urges? They’ll desert you, guaranteed If nothings certain than that’s worse than this confusion as it intrudes on you and me
