And everyone considers it a gift.
I wanna try, there's no way it fits.
I don't know how I am supposed to feel.
I don't know how I am supposed to feel.

So, we start over every night,
the numbness or whatever diffused light.
I don't know how I am supposed to feel.
I don't know how I am supposed to feel
without a focus.
I'm trying, trying every day,
but I don't know if
perspective ceases to exist.

And you look over at me everyday
and I look over at you every day.
I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait.
I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait.
Though you're here,
I'm still alone inside.
I've got no feeling you're nothing but right.
It's humbling when I'm here, I cannot lie.
I'm humbled here, I mean I'm humbled inside.
Without a single image as the focus,
I don't know if
perspective ceases to exist.

I see you try to find a simple place,
the little room to get away.
But it's too cold and draft your way back there.
It's too cold and draft your way back there.
And I play records people do away
to find the meaning or the words to say.
I don't know how I ever ignored this.
I don't know how I ever ignored this
without a focus.
I'm trying, trying every day,
but I don't know if
perspective ceases to exist.
Without a focus,
I'm trying, trying ever day.
But I don't know if
perspective ceases to exist.

Sometimes, we drive just to sit and think
for hours and hours and hours and hours.
I don't know how I am supposed to feel.
You don't know how you are supposed to feel.
We overlooked it everyday,
a thing of beauty if just went away.
I don't know how it ever came to this.
I don't know how it ever came to this.