On These Days...
GOB
Every thing's stagnant, inert and I feel so far away.
I felt sullen and depressed with thing I needed off my chest.
I've got so much more to accept, I've got so much more to say,
I was beat up by the pictures in my mind,
I saw heat and fire come to take your place,
I can't move at all with my feet in quicksand.
Walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you,
I've go so much more to accept I've got so much more to say.
I've seen the out come and I'm hoping that it never endsif you went a million miles away I would be sitting here wondering what to say.