Independent Variable

Sirens will wail on the phantom roadways
Ears riveted for the sounds of the dead rain
Nights when your applause simply melts away
Calm in the storm, or the eye of a hurricane

Your threads are unraveling, they're being unwound
Treading ever so cautiously across unstable ground
Splitting hairs in dilligence distracts me from doubt
Gritting spares me the exit of words in my mouth

I'm only the crawling infant who's lingered
Just a little too close to the gun cabinet
The vagabond who trails his cold fingers
Over the warmth of his forgotten habits

The other side of the fence appears so appealing
Reason has all been spent on surrender to feeling
You'll continue to succumb so you won't be shut out
A tragic race left in motion with an alternate route

The spectacle, our pillar which blooms at the peak is
Our twin made of stone that displays each weakness
Retreat as the relapse has reared its nostalgic head
Come greet your old fears you have nurtured and fed

I'm only the crawling infant who's lingered
Just a little too close to the gun cabinet
The vagabond who trails his cold fingers
Over the warmth of his forgotten habits

There are sharks in the water
Try your best to stay dry
Try your best to stay dry