Is it too much of a good thing?
Was it too much of a good thing?
A kind of perception of misconception
This is certain things that I've come to find
Because, I had this thing, it's the way I see
A special assignment
I thought you were different
(Blank stare and a whisper)
Why can't you remember?
Slight miscalculation
You're asleep at the wheel
I wasn't meant to feel this
I thought you were different
You're all asleep at the wheel
Really beautiful thing
The numbers get higher
Was it too much of a good thing?
Sitting in the darkness, yeah
A magical moment
But I don't believe it, no, not for second
What's he doing?
Certain understandings that I've come to realize, yeah
You're asleep at the wheel
But who are you judging?
Is it too much of a good thing?
You're asleep at the wheel
Squeeze past the pressure
Confined unforgiveness
Recycled in memory
(You're asleep at the wheel)
But who are the judges?
I thought you'd be different
(Who are you judging?)
Counting on nothing
They're here right now, yeah
Preserved in its danger
I didn't see it, but I know
A new kind of danger
It was, I know, by the corner, yeah
You're asleep at the wheel
It tries to hide sometimes
I wasn't meant to feel this
Is it too much of a good thing?
It's really quite, shall we say?
It all goes in stages
You're all asleep at the wheel
Blinded by reason
With a slip for the hold
I wasn't meant to feel this way
A blank stare and a whisper
Confused understanding
Unlocked under pressure
The way I see when my eyes are closed
Hope in revision
It wasn't really truthful in the ways that I, that I, that I, that
But it can't fool me, no
Blank stare and a whisper
Is it too much of a good thing?
I wasn't meant to feel this
(I thought you'd be different)
In my communications that never existed
