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 sayI felt sullen and depressed with thing

I needed off my chest

I've got so much more to accept

I've got so much more to sayI 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 quicksandIf 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