Words Sam Nelson/Music h is orange  c.2001

Pull out the pin

A blanket of distractions

Settle down again

Chasing down a reaction

I know where I am standing

but I don’t know where I stand

I know where I am standing

But I don’t know who I am

Chr

I Find it funny that you find it a bore

What matters distinct’s us

And sinks us in more

Put on the suit and peal on the skin

A huddle of handshakes

And let the games begin

V2

Present a present

Broken bottle of reason

Fit the face to the felon

Just so you’ll wait.

Praised by the present ( is all that we own)

and plagued by the past ( is all that I know)

Theres a longing to matter

As a matter of fact.

Chr

I Find it funny that you find it a bore

What matters distinct’s us

And sinks us in more

Put on the suit and peal on the skin

A huddle of handshakes

And let the games begin

Bridge

To know Im thinking

To feel the prick of points

I want to feel it breaking

I want hope in these words

Oh lonely girl of mine

I miss the essence, I miss the caress all the time

Feelings often they fall blind

This is never going to work.

Hold your tongue upright.

Don’t laugh until its funny

Don’t say a word.

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