Lyrics
(Hm-hm-hm)
I learned the secret back when I was pliant
And immediately, it had me lurching forth
Why's it a secret if we all can find it
In the faces we aren't searching for?
Yes, I am guilty, yes, I'm overridden
With the terror of will-be's and cannot's and won'ts
You do not guilt me, we are only vessels
Who can open our fists and throw a rope
Nobody plans it, nobody can figure that
There's either been warmth or something we can shear
How can a planet seem so unfamiliar
When I'm eerily sure that you've always been here?
If a feather and lead weigh the same
Then why bother give them different names?
Is it my task to reconcile
Every light flash with its waiting trial?
If a feather weighs the same as lead
Why's one floating and one shooting dead?
Is it my job to reconcile?
Why was I not made more versatile?