if i should blow in
chances i'm losin'
what we are doin' to ourselves
we're building up the problem
curtains are fallin'
soon we are
crawlin' from the mess
what should i do
if i can't see my way out
(then you're on your own again)
when we wake up to ourselves
what's left of ourselves
before we have to face
the cruelest days are almost gone by now
what then when
you have no sense of direction
what's the sense
of spinnin' around again
round and round and round and round
round and round and round and round
round and round and round and round again
so go back to guessing
seems so depressing
it's not a blessing or a curse
bitter as an ocean
going through the motions
drowning in
a barrel full of lies
what should i do
if i can't see my way out
(then you're on your own again)
when we wake up to ourselves
what's left of ourselves
before we have to face
the cruelest days are
coming to an end
what then when
you can't believe what they told you
cause it sounded good
but made you feel so sick
sick enough to think
what i'm mistaken
sick enough to think
what i'm mistaken