caught in the middle between the normal and the norm.
far enough away from ideal, close enough to convienent.
miles and minutes, man and woman.
exotic and all, too far away.
if i could have it my way, id change the minutes.
yet there are the ones close enough and far away.
the middle between the normal and the norm.

"when the time has come to say goodbye, look for me at the bottom of the sea where the deep will swallow and the cold will numb me, the current will carry me, caress and embrace me. hear the waves singing each to each, now this is the song they sing to me: 'Failures abandoned, obligations forsaken, lost loves forgotten, and in our lasting kiss-- sweet oblivion.' Hearts will never be practical until they are unbreakable."

-the power and the glory ("high winds and heavy seas")

finding my way home. slowly, but surely.
banging my head, blasting my ears.
everyone is on the line.
death to you if youre not on the left.
i only want you if you know me right.
im still a gentleman, a romantic, a killer.
my words are the only bitter taste your mouth finds.