I hope one day I will grow out of this Then I will leave this battlefield
Good or bad depends on your point of view And I can see things from both sides Just one more classic case of catch-22 Things don't have a simple truth
So you ask where this is leading me Only I don't have an answer yet
Seeing things black and white is for the weak I'm strong enough for shades of grey While searching for the perfect compromise
So my thoughts are spinning around For I know my problem well And I wonder, will I ever get
To reach me with your hands
So I am caught between the chairs again While everybody else does fine
It's just my nature to move back and forth Always trying not to offend I cannot decide whether to refuse Or to reach out for your helping hand
So my thoughts are spinning around For I know my problem well And I wonder, will I ever get
To reach me with your hands
Meanwhile I'm trying to make up my mind Feeling like I'm paralysed What's the sense of it all, is it...
It's about really stupid things But they keep growing until They seem to tear me apart
So my thoughts are spinning around For I know my problem well And I wonder, will I ever get
To reach me with your hands
It's about really stupid things