I've been worth desires and dreams
Weights that hold me to the bottom of the sea
There's a low hum while I sing this doom
There's a space I take in between rooms
Everybody laughs while I weigh to die Everybody cries while I fly away
I swim through the waters of ambition
I think the sky starts at the surface
I think when I breathe I drink sunlight
Sunlit and slight I make my move.
Is it you?
I'm going through my own voice
Out my head a broken screen
My mouth twisted silence
My words a wasted dance.
Scars from the blackouts
All over your life now
Scars from my blackouts
Imagine me down
They read like a roadmap
With some Jesus attraction.
I know your a fascination,
But I can't help but wonder
Why.
Why my voice, in silence blackouts,
In between rooms,
Imagines me down.
Your voice a mask on my pillow
Love doesn't move on
Mad barker in winter carnival
Empty.
No easy way through tomorrow,
In between rooms.
Is it you?
I opened a silent book, laid the words out,
Painted there pictures that measured
My weight out, followed my anchor
Into a bottomless trench.
It's not a new world on the other side,
It's just someone without.
It's it you?