Out To Sea - Track 4

((These are songs about growing up))

I cannot see, I cannot breathe
I cannot write, what I can’t perceive
It’s like life is an illusion and we’re all living in it
Just sit down and write and put a pin in it
Maybe it will help the confusion, to put a pen to it
Time is gaining momentum
Each moment that we’re living it
Momentarily living it

Remember the moment
You have a thought inside your head
A thought so clear you can hardly control it
You get up and hold it but write it down instead
But you can hardly find the paper and pen
So the moment you go to use it
Is the moment you lose it
The thought is lost so you try to find it again
Maybe you shoulda held it in your head
And now I’m trying to find it in something I’ve read

This is it, bringing us all to the edge of our seats
It gives the hero and the enemy meaning
Held from a string, I’m singing
The screen warps our thought
Growing and molding in plot
But I’m still not, I’m caught
In-between the conflict and the driving plot
Caught between playing the hero and the enemy
I don’t know which is me, or who I’d rather be
Because what I choose to do is not what I desire to
Caught in the brain game, it’s just a daydream
No one thinks to think about the endgame
Beg the question, who will loose, I know but who will I choose
Do you ever ask these questions? Have you ever been sincere?
Do you ever look into your reflection? Do you know why you’re here?