I sometimes feel like,
I'm stuck in obsession.
Sat on the counter in,
a kitchen that contains me.
Listening to the radio,
that passive sound removes me.
Allowing my thoughts to move,
to blossom into history.
Sometimes I feel like,
i'm stuck in this doorway.
With what's wrong and what's not,
in front and behind me.
Nouveau luminent ways,
charged by our years,
planned from gone days.
Nouveau luminent ways,
charged by our years,
planned from gone days.
I sometimes feel like i'm stuck,
Stuck in obsession.
Sat on the counter in,
this kitchen that contains me.
Listening to the radio,
that passive sound removes me.
Allowing my thoughts to move,
to blossom into history.
Wake up my heart,
wake up my fears.
Make me feel alive.
Make me feel the need.
Trembling outside,
but I'll find the peace,
to carry along with what we need.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I don't.
But mostly I live life as like a ghost.
The sunrise shines through me,
dusk never comes.
Dreams were my antidote,
but now not enough.
Sometimes I feel.
Sometimes I don't
But I'll keep going on,
keep going on.
Sometimes I feel.
Sometimes I don't
But I'll keep going on,
keep going on.