The way was through our sound coming out in song. Though what we had was clear sometimes the right can turn to wrong. What I feel inside is nothing insincere. Try to find a source where I can cure my mind.
But nowhere I can find it is anywhere I see. The high that so surrounds my incapacity.
So here we go again -- another chord untold. Come and enjoy the sound. Don't let your heart grow cold.
The cloud cover is blinding and haunting my soul. Though we both know I'm trying to keep it all together. The fragile pieces fragment, shattered and ignored. But broken pictures can mend. Well here we are and we'll sing it loud.
But nowhere I can find it is anywhere I see: the high that so surrounds my incapacity. A cause without an effect. An end beyond my means. As time goes on it worsens. Go sing your songs release.
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