You can never get out of the line of sight
If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me
And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart
Don't ask me to justify my life
And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
'Cause I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
Introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation but I'm thinking altruistically
We just haven't got time to crack the maze
Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve
Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells
Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells
You can never get out of the line of sight
A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve, 1, 2
Realizing very well that I am not alone
I try to close my eyes
For a bottle of vodka for tonight
And she spends her last dollar
That his last friend has died
Every day I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives
He sees a note in the obituary
And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone
