On These Days

Every thing's stagnant, inert and I feel so far away.

I've got so much more to accept, I've got so much more to say,

I felt sullen and depressed with thing I needed off my chest.

I've go so much more to accept I've got so much more to say.

I was beat up by the pictures in my mind,

I saw heat and fire come to take your place,

walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you,

I can't move at all with my feet in quicksand.

if you went a million miles away I would be sitting here wondering what to say.

I've seen the out come and I'm hoping that it never ends