Every purpose brings an eminent goal.
Takes a degree or element of control.
I’ve had enough and I’m giving it back.
Return the magnet where the feelings attach.
When I don’t talk don’t suppose that I’ve got more words to disappoint on my mind.
Every fire is a fire I want, burning up along my way to the sun.
“Desperate for control, never do what you’re told.”
Sometimes there’s fire in my eyes.
Boils tears and hope I’ve stored.
But don’t take it too seriously.
(Every fire is conceived by something higher)
I’ve caught on fire before.
Relax, and pull your wings right off of your back.
Don’t you like it just like that?
Relax, and notice the other side of the tracks.
Don’t you hate it how people act?
Don’t pout, don’t blame, I’m living out what I can’t change.
Sometimes the wind is meant to blow a certain way.
A permanent mark leaves a place to end.
Now to find the place to start, you might have to descend.
Cut me to pieces on the dotted line.
I seem to wear marks where my skin meets the spine.
Every hero needs a natural foe.
Gain more confidence the further you go.
I feel the same way at this moment as when I find what I want and will never afford.
Hold tight, A-frame, I can’t support more than my weight.
The tide will change, and if it won’t I’ll take the shore.
(Don’t want to sail anymore?)
Stand high; swim deep, if you can stand the sting.
I’m taking it out tonight; I’m taking it for a ride!
It’s not a measured attack against your hesitance.
I’ve always stumbled before when I’d fall.
To find a better approach to things I’m up against.
50-foot latter. 40-foot wall.
It’s not a measured attack; OK, I guess it is.
It’s overwhelming so sometimes you gotta push it back.
But save some energy for the things you really need.
When you think about how you’re so small.