I'm staring at the space between your eyes,
and I'm starting to think you're real.
Whatever is it that you do that makes me double-take?

I sin and stop, stop and sin
and you always look the same.
you're gaze is piercing my ego,
deflating my mind and making me forget who I am.

When in the end, it all ends the same,
I've always firmly believed in nothing.
But what I think when you look upon me
never seems to be the same.

The means to reach an end that doesn't matter,
I've never thought it differently.
You make me want to mean, and I'm starting to believe you.

I chase the dragon, I follow his trail,
but there he is again.
Chase cuts me off, grabs my wrists and squeezes.
Pleading with me, his green eyes growing, consuming me.

I watch my vapour drift and mist,
up into the infinite sky.
but once it's gone, it doesn't come back,
whereas he's always right there, with those haunting eyes.

I'm staring at the space between my eyes,
looking myself long and hard.
I'm starting to think that maybe I'm real,
But I've got a long way to reach yours or his.

If and when I fall again, and let the beast overtake me,
I re-believe, know for certain, that it's worth fighting again
I want to see that something special
that always seems to put me in my place.