I'm tired,
Writing these lines,
Which rarely make sense,
Somehow helps, momentarily at the least,
But these thoughts, and this life,
Throw me a curve ball,
Every time they feel better,
Kodaline's lyrics,
Am I wasting my time, am I losing my mind?
Seem to have become the question of my life,
And this silence, makes it worse,
As I wonder,
*Does it make you feel better?

Behind the scenes a whole galaxy revolves
unobtrusive, without fanfare
gently influencing the minds of Man-
to search, go out of themselves-
and just wonder at it all.

There's a dead man lying on the street,
Don't wake him,
Cars have driven over him,
Don't shake him,
Vultures have picked on him,
Don't feed him,
Moss has grown on him,
Don't knead him,
Rodents have stripped off his skin,
Don't clothe him,
Fate has done undone him,
Don't loathe him

In these moonlit hours
I lay here, my thoughts racing
Sometimes it's hard to handle
The realities that I'm facing

My mind is over-tired
Yet my thoughts keep me awake
It's just the way I'm wired
It feels as if there's no escape

Flashbacks hit me like a flash flood
I'm drowning in the memories
My wounds have opened, there is blood
Pouring from my arteries

As the crimson river runs
It feels do or die, this battle
The journey's never any fun
When you're up a creek without a paddle

I see everything so vividly
The visions that dance before my eyes
I'm overcome with melancholy
As I whimper out soft cries

Then just as quickly as it came
The feeling is gone, I'm no longer numb
My body's shaking dissipates
As I brace myself for when the next wave comes