Yellow - Rotunda, Duke of Braintree MA Lyrics

Gathering evidence
I lose track
Of which ones weigh enough to carry
If I'm coming back
Peace in scarcity
Solace ahead
Trying hard to reach it now
And suffering instead

I'm starting to lose it
Something in my head
And moving down past knees
Until all that I could feel was the floor
On my feet

You are capable
Of more than this
Tired of troubled tendencies
A conscience overfed
Is this all you are
I know you've had
Time to think about it boy
You're caught up in your head

I'm starting to lose it
Something in my head
And moving down past knees
Until all that I could feel was the floor
On my feet

Lost my sense of direction
In the face of concentration