the sense required is all too vague
within my faculties, building me
this awesome presence longs to see
the times i ve fallen
the times i ve failed
and i ve never seen my hands
and i couldn t walk away
two worlds are the same tomorrow
still i must not complain
the sense acquired is all too grave
with less than one percent left in me
this awesome prison locked and sealed
for times i ve borrowed, for times i ve failed
and i ve never seen my hands
and i couldn t walk away
two worlds are the same tomorrow
still i must not complain
and i ve never seen my hands
and i couldn t walk away
two worlds are the same tomorrow
still i must not complain
and i ve never heard a whisper
and i d never speak of pain
two worlds are the same tomorrow
to all i seem inane |