Christopher O'connell - Desperate Measures Lyrics

How much time to go?
In the art of never knowing why
So well-accustomed
Reach the end of what's inside
With no more cares or dares to ride
Distractions are what we seek
When the mind grows bored and our patience weak
Still the waiting
It envelops me
It goes on
When thinking of yourself as
The centre of the world that's passing by
So unrealistic
Distracted to passivity
Not a day goes by that was meant to be
Frustration is what we seek
When the heart grows bored and our patience weak
Still the waiting
It envelops me
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Lost interest in all once found
Is it heresy or a tragedy?
In the end there's just desperate measures
It's been a while
It's defiance in denial
Distractions are what we seek
When the mind grows bored and our patience meek
Still the waiting, well it develops me
It goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on...