Where are we going?
My powers of observation are facing a blackout
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone
Things are closer than they appear, though my optimism's gone straight to hell
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone
I don't feel any younger, but it feels right
Doomed to the fringe from the get-go
My half-flung wonder, love, is so easily said and gone
I don't feel any younger, but it feels right
I'm still coughing up the words to say
One by one, they'll come cause' it feels right
