Rainy Manchester nights bash against the windows,
I can feel the winds of change assaulting my psyche
for better or for worse? With each passing verse,
I become less sure, but I know that these
things make me happy, make me smile
and for a while, these are the things that I need
I need to live, and to feel, nothing good comes
from hiding yourself away in your castle
out of your comfort zone, into another facet of your psyche's
comfort zone, home is where the heart is,
but where is the heart most comfortable,
but when I can't tell what language to speak
to myself, how can I tell what language to speak to others,
in a world, where no one understands what they mean
how can you properly explain how you feel.
How can you translate a genuine feeling to others
when its so hard to feel genuinely.
I want to speak in absolutes,
I want to breathe definitively and to know
what I know, and what I believe,
needs to be what I know, and what I believe.