And though I couldn't see

Repetition of a vision

Came to me in a dream

How the mind can make you guess, traded losses for a new mess

And if I could've turned my head

When I spat out the window, ah

Would I have felt the wind?

Though we kept driving on

In the car towards the reservoir, my

Mind conjured up the bridge

Each side looked like the other one, I couldn't tell where I had come from

But it made no difference

Getting through meant returning back to you

Healing is a battle in the

Between the approaches of

Obsessive preservation and the

Brittle separation from

All pleasures doubling as the

Source of our fear and pain

So sometimes, propelling

Through these minor destructions

Kind of feels like

Healing is a battle in the

Between the approaches of

Obsessive preservation and the

Brittle separation from

All pleasures doubling as the

Source of our fear and pain

So sometimes, propelling

Through these minor destructions

Kind of feels like

A mistake

So, I began to walk

And soon discovered I had recovered

Steps I'd already made

And the bridge let me advance in the offering of a new chance

And should I feel fucked up when I still expect?

When I let it in?

It scares me to begin but if I don't trust again

Could I ever face the wind?