Should I remain in such a state?
Where I can feel the nothing in its place,
Inside, what can I explain?
And all alone, undress the mystery.
Come undone, take the run to the other side.
I don't know where I'm going,
But I'll be there soon.
If I'm never away, could I be in the arms of anyone?
If I fall into an endless well, will I ever live to tell?
Coming out of my own comedy,
Within a tragedy of which I won't recall.
Is it best to stay in reverie?
Than to ever live at all?
From where I float,
I see no lighthouse.
No open arms, no alarms,
Just the side of her and,
She looks at me, with lying eyes,
The ocean turns to sand.
If I'm never away, could I be in the arms of anyone?
If I fall into an endless well, will I ever live to tell?
And if I'm never away, could I be in the arms of anyone?
If I fall into an endless well, will I ever live to tell?
Live to tell.
And I am building fences 'round, this state of mind.
And I am building fences 'round, this state of mind.
And I am building fences 'round, this state of mind.
And I am building fences 'round, this state of mind,
Would you like to come in?
If I'm never away, could I be in the arms of anyone?
If I fall into an endless well, will I ever live to tell?
And if I'm never away, could I be in the arms of anyone?
If I fall into an endless well, will I ever live to tell?
Live to tell.