The sense required is all too vague
Within my faculties, building me
This awesome presence longs to
see
The times I've fallen
The times I've failed
And I've never seen my hands
And I couldn't walk away
Two
worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain
The sense acquired is all too grave
With less than one percent
left in me
This awesome prison, locked and sealed
For times I've borrowed
For times I've failed
And I've never
seen my hands
And I couldn't walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain
And I've never
seen my hands
And I couldn't walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain
And I've never
heard a whisper
And I never speak of pain
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
To all I seem inane