Testo: Handheld. This Dream Is Just Not For Me. Making A Moment.

Drowning myself in sorrow is a personal assault
It seems to me that your blame is my fortune and my fault
Your criticisms are misunderstood
A sarcastic solution did nobody good

Do I still feel the same?
Do I still feel the same to you?
Seeing you alive,
and freeing what's inside of you
If making a moment
requires the rest of your life
You have to ask yourself if it is worth it I don't know
Your thoughts as you look out of your car window
A vast country

By definition she can only follow by her books
Where her lack of opinion causes her to take a look
As the weight of the world is on her shoulders
She fears the worst and the obvious is unpredictable

Do I still feel the same?
Do I still feel the same to you?
Seeing you alive,
and freeing what's inside of you
If making a moment
requires the rest of your life
You have to ask yourself if it is worth it I don't know

Today you sit with grief With doubt, no sane belief
That's why I'll never take a stand
Cause maybe you will see
The peace and suffering
Of the one that reaches out his hand to you with good intentions
Of grace, and the lost uncommon face of the one that you left out in the dark

Do I still feel the same?
Do I still feel the same to you?
Seeing you alive,
and freeing what's inside of you
If making a moment
requires the rest of your life
You have to ask yourself if it is worth it I don't know