racing toward the new


just forget what you cannot replace
the sweet day is almost weightless in here(?)
so i talk but no one can relate
to the fear i had when i was younger
somehow i knew i'd end up empty and alone

we all accept in the same tired way
the gentle shift of continuous change
we confuse all the things that we say, to ourselves
to the things we say to each other, always a lie
but at least we find some comfort for a while

so we'll start where the others left off
get in our cars and embrace something new
to escape we will always get caught
in the fear that what you had before was better
and you will become sick with the dream of knowing that
you will be old (to be old) (?)



go find yourself a dry place

i wish there was something i could do for you
i wish there were some words i could say
but i know that you thought it out so well
and i know there is nothing i should say

figured it all out, figured it all out

and nothing stands up to my ideology (?)
and truth is built on shady ground
depression is all i get from philosophy
do i really, do i really, want to find dry ground (?)
who is to blame, the educated remains, the scholars (?)

so tell me what's the point of surviving
why do we try to stay alive
we know that nothing we do really matters
and it, it washes away with time
wash away with time (wash away with time)

but there's a feeling i get when the end is loud enough
there's a feeling i get when she smiles at me
and there's a feeling i get when staying awake with you...stay awake with you
and that is all there is, then that is all i need
someday you will see, there is truth (?)

body grows tired when no sleep can mend it
and tired has chased and killed all of our friends
there is no place left in the sky for them to send us to
just lay down and let the light come through the doors (?)
cover up our dreams, cover up the years
and you take, our bodies will make raspberries grow.