So what If I found comfort in exposure to the light
And what if I, a more brilliant mind
Couldn't think of that one, brilliant line
Beating my head against a wall
Is more fun that not talking to you at all
I seem to have found my place
Among burials and funerals where I feel erased
This feeling is old, I don't need the silence
It breeds in my soul, and comes out as violence
I will be prepared for your words when they come out
But thinking ahead was not something I've read about
Mechanically I'll calculate the hurt in your eyes
Your reason to compromise
Unable to reach a conclusion
This funereal feeling is out of my spectrum
And I'll sit here thinking and getting nowhere
While you keep dreaming of going somewhere other than here
Darling I can give you everything you need to build a car
And everything you need to get far
So take a chance to get up from this scene
Black and white pictures are playing on the screen
And the silence isn't you its just everywhere these days
Like a black curtain draped upon the masses of poets
We speak in tangled balls of yarn
We are embaressed by lack of flow yet
We still have yet to decipher this song