I can't think when my head's already full
Full of words I understand too well.
Guess my neurons are starting to become dull
And I wish you could tell
There's an empty sheet of paper in front of me
I wish my hand would just start moving
Am I blind or the only one to see?
But instead, it shakes and starts disapproving -
There is no time, there is no time
We've crossed the line, the line, the line
It will all end so unnaturally
It lies deep down in my anatomy
I want to hold on, I want to let go
Paradoxically I can't let the words flow
If it were for me, I'd hold your hand
But I think I, I think I can't.
Maybe I'm gonna write a letter
to the depths of the universe
and I'll end it with a big, loud BANG
I know I'd change for the better
if I just tried to speak
the outer world's slang
But is there time? Is there time?
I don't know, so I'll just rhyme
in a manner no one understands
I lie when I say it ends
I want to let go, hold on
but it doesn't matter when the words will be gone
If it were for you, I wouldn't care
I wouldn't dare to ask for you to share
I can't think when my head's already full
It's somewhere deep down in my skull
There'd be enough time to play paper god
if thoughts just weren't so fundamentally flawed
I'm gonna take a walk, I think.
I've seen something at the brink
of warmth, or so, I guess.
