Lyric

Mmmhh

I have a bag full of words

That I rarely use, to read people

And to give some meaning to a writing

That is worthless to men and to God

I lazily wait for certainties to emerge

But they know, and take other paths

Now, I sit and wait for the temptation to write poetry to pass

It's a new beginning

The next station

The dawn that lights up

The new season

I skirted the swamps

I avoided the storm

I walked with the goal

Fixed and clear in my head

I descended with time

To a healthy compromise

But I don't think, frankly

That he was waiting for my permission

Here I am, I keep getting lost

And stumbling over my I walk

Along the straight and worn road

Hard and smooth as a stone

I wasted time arguing with common sense

Pulling it and grabbing it by the throat

Then finding it again, then immediately losing it again

And finally finding it again

I skirted the swamps

I avoided the storm

Walked with the goal

Fixed and clear in my head

I descended with time

To a healthy compromise

But I don't think, frankly

That he was waiting for my permission

And time still slips

But now I don't care

I leave your worries

Here, outside the door

For time to drag

Them into its darkest corners

But I don't think, frankly

That he cares either

I descended (With time)

To a healthy (Compromised)

But I don't think, frankly

That he was waiting

(That he was waiting...)

My permission! (My permission)

My permission! (My permission)

Whoa... yeaahhh

Mmhhh... mmmhhhh