I'm not really sure if I'm that predisposed
To accept these ritual woes
If nothing for certain they're not predetermined
These paths, these rivers, these roads
Well I'm of the mind, if you're of the mind
We could combine, crack these mirrors and moulds
You're a bright spot on a dark clock
You're a burning face
Girl what you've got is what I've not
Had the time to chase
All that you want is what I want
It's a broken chain
I'm not sure for certain we're all that determined
To scratch the purpose below
I'm lost on the road, losing control
And wheels spinning in holes
But I'm on the line if you're on the line
We could decide to pull this trigger and go
You're a full stop in a dull plot
You're a burning page
Girl what you've got is what I've not
Had the mind to face
All that you want is what I want
It's an open cage
But she's already flown
She's already flown