Where I begin, you end
and there ain't no clear cut line
it's just some sort of blend
like a California highway, and a high breeze off the ocean
my eyes are born on a drive
and it's the stillness in motion that gets me
I leave, you enter
and I put my face down, and I pretend to (paint ya?)
and I wish I could say something
but I turn to go
I'm cryin cause of a stranger
and I wonder if you know you get me... get me...
and I believe in all you know
I will try to put it down in words
and I wonder if it's controlled
there is something
there is something
I awake, you go to sleep
we're inside a globe of chance, and the darkness runs deep
it's a friday afternoon
I embrace the chance to see you
peering and wanting to go
is like sun in melted snow... it gets me
I'm falling down
to a shuddering, deafening sound
it headed towards me, it's all around
and I'm gonna love this
as much as I got
where I begin, you end