Sequence Songtext

my curtains are all pulled
but the light keeps sneaking in
A grain of salt
an open sore
a good head start
one foot out the door
I couldn't possibly begin to explain
I couldn't possibly begin to say more
I couldn't possibly begin to believe
that it was possibly me

dulling yet bold in sequence and all
ideas dance like lovers across the floor

this heaviness is soft again once more
and making light of thoughts before
peering lazy at the doorway
whose peeking lights are searching for me
with every passing second time means less
acknowledged even less when half way in it and in an instant
the sequence ends

the same night
I dreamed again
it was the same thing
only with full grown men
they did not splash
although they filled the sky
when they crashed
out came inside

this make believe is mean now and again
my curtains are not pulled but I never opened them
an open hand
or shield and sword
such simple things
are valued less then ever before
I couldn't possibly begin to explain
I couldn't possibly begin to say more
I couldn't possibly begin to believe
that it was possibly me

dulling yet bold in sequence and all
ideas dance like lovers across the floor

they speak to me candidly
the sequence resumes

well I hope you don't but if you say
I can relate, I've felt the same way
well ho yeah wont you demonstrate
i'm sure you'll know just what say
well I hate that part of me
and if you truly felt the same
you'd be at home
face to face with hesitation
patiently still contemplating
your own death each day