My Part In The Sinking
inbetween this stop-slow motion
things are looking as good as chosen
things are sounding as good as spoken
but we're still so young
there's so much dangerous driving to be done
wheels deflated by the sun
sounds like fun
the visuals
are rolling in
projecting all
our dirty things
she says don't worry
i don't anymore
but you can only miss
what you're worried for
hardly even notice anymore
the light on the air
in the tree's that frame your door
don't notice that your arms
are bruising my neck so sore
don't notice your line of sight
when you're talking
but staring at the floor
so many interesting things
you just don't notice anymore
the visuals
are rolling in
projecting all
our dirty things
she says don't worry
i don't anymore
but you can only miss
what you're worried for
you're not giving much away
but your much isn't much these days
just alot of fantastic dreams
ideas on what's for the best
and what the best can mean
and you don't have the right to be bitter
and you don't have the right to be sad
and you don't have the right to the spaces
inbetween
inbetween our hands
my part in the sinking
what the hell were you thinking
is it any better this feeling
that your stealing
my part in the sinking
what the hell were you thinking
is it any better this feeling
that your sealing in