[Intro, spoken]
You know, you get an insight, and you know something, y'know? But you don't wanna say it out loud, because you're kind of afraid that it's not gonna be really true, and it'll spoil the whole thing for you, y'know? But when somebody makes you say it... And it's true, then it just makes it more beautiful of a thing.
Do you wanna go for the more beautiful, and say it?
Who are you?
Just me.
Who are you?
What kind of a line do you want?
[Verse 1]
You are not me
But sometimes it flows into feeling like
You
Can't comprehend intuition
Until my feet hit the ground
How will we ever know
Which way to go
[Verse 2]
Playin' the part should be
The last thought on my mind
But in this life, my world's
Made out of clay
But much too fine
To form somethin' of mine
How will I ever know
Which way to go