Every thing's stagnant, inert and I feel so far away.
I've got so much more to accept, I've got so much more to say,
I felt sullen and depressed with thing I needed off my chest.
I've go so much more to accept I've got so much more to say.
I was beat up by the pictures in my mind,
I saw heat and fire come to take your place,
walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you,
I can't move at all with my feet in quicksand.
if you went a million miles away I would be sitting here wondering what to say.
I've seen the out come and I'm hoping that it never ends
