How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?
Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.
Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
What drives me to you, drives me insane.
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.