It's your decision
Your turn to run with the ball
I can't take a position
I'm so tired of it all
I'll just wait for your call
Your turn to run with the ball
I can't take a position
I'm so tired of it all
I'll just wait for your call
It seems that I've been living
In some imaginary place
And when the truth comes
Bearing down on me
It's more than I can face
In some imaginary place
And when the truth comes
Bearing down on me
It's more than I can face
Somewhere in a recess
That I can't quite recall
Where the voice of reason
Hit an emotional wall
Now I feel nothing at all
That I can't quite recall
Where the voice of reason
Hit an emotional wall
Now I feel nothing at all
Except the constant ringing
And the voices in my head
Like the sirens sweetly singing
Telling me 'Don't be mislead'
And the walls keep bearing down on me
With words that must be said
Interaction, with compassion
These emotions that I dread
And the voices in my head
Like the sirens sweetly singing
Telling me 'Don't be mislead'
And the walls keep bearing down on me
With words that must be said
Interaction, with compassion
These emotions that I dread
It's out of my hands
(There's a side that cares too much)
It's out of my hands
(And a side that says don't touch)
(There's a side that cares too much)
It's out of my hands
(And a side that says don't touch)
It's your decision
You can run with the ball
I don't have a position
I'm losing it all
I'll just wait for your call
You can run with the ball
I don't have a position
I'm losing it all
I'll just wait for your call
There's a constant ringing
And the voices in my head
Interaction, with compassion
The emotions that I dread
And the walls keep bearing down on me
You don't seem to understand
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
And the voices in my head
Interaction, with compassion
The emotions that I dread
And the walls keep bearing down on me
You don't seem to understand
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands