Standing in the doorway of this unfamiliar place,
Searching through a display of these overwhelming fates.
These or those, I suppose, I just can't tell the difference but,
All I know is I am hopeless, and the future is so hard to see.
Just try to enjoy the ride, she's saying good luck, I'm saying goodbye.
I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
and the red line is tempting me over, and over.
Staring at a menu of deceitful guarantees,
Choosing which direction will balance but not impede.
These or those, no one knows, I just can't tell the difference but,
All I know is, I am hopeless, and I will find out eventually.
Just try to enjoy the ride, she's saying good luck, I'm saying goodbye.
I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
And the red line is tempting me over, and over.
You could be the question k**ing me, or the answer that will set me free.
Oh the red line is tempting me over, and over.
Even though my eyes are open, I can't see this road ahead....
I won't remember any part of this, imagination won't let me resist,
And the red line is tempting me over, and over.
You could be the question k**ing me, or the answer that will set me free,
Oh the red line is tempting me over, and over.