I saw you at home the other day
There was a familiar greeting in a familiar way
The words on my tongue were too tired to be said
Best to avoid them all instead
So much fuel has already been burned
The book has been read, but the pages left unturned
The actions and methods appear indecisive
But every step toward happiness seems derisive
Schemes and plans come crashing down
But the fact remains that we are still around
With best motivations and best intentions
Colliding and working to relieve these tensions
Longing for a future of security
All life offers is unsettling uncertainty
Death and rebirth are cycle, the cycle of time
While dedication and affection are both a crime
I still long for the day when everything is flawless
A way to achieve growth, unity, and progress
If I could just find a way to solve this equation
Warmth and devotion would return without persuasion
Schemes and plans come crashing down
But the fact remains that we are still around
With best motivations and best intentions
Colliding and working to relieve these tensions
The questioning loss of integrity
This constant churning of insecurity
The days and nights stolen from our times together
While walking between the roses and the heather
The long waiting for a better year ahead
While each motion, sentence, and letter is misread
There was a familiar greeting in a familiar way
The words on my tongue were too tired to be said
Best to avoid them all instead
So much fuel has already been burned
The book has been read, but the pages left unturned
The actions and methods appear indecisive
But every step toward happiness seems derisive
Schemes and plans come crashing down
But the fact remains that we are still around
With best motivations and best intentions
Colliding and working to relieve these tensions
Longing for a future of security
All life offers is unsettling uncertainty
Death and rebirth are cycle, the cycle of time
While dedication and affection are both a crime
I still long for the day when everything is flawless
A way to achieve growth, unity, and progress
If I could just find a way to solve this equation
Warmth and devotion would return without persuasion
Schemes and plans come crashing down
But the fact remains that we are still around
With best motivations and best intentions
Colliding and working to relieve these tensions
The questioning loss of integrity
This constant churning of insecurity
The days and nights stolen from our times together
While walking between the roses and the heather
The long waiting for a better year ahead
While each motion, sentence, and letter is misread