Sangtekst: Built To Spill. Ancient Melodies Of The Future. In Your Mind.

the symptoms of our getting older
the problems that safety? dont mind
most of us never get over
memories mingled with lies
incidents gave a confession
that noones allowed to forget
i dont want to give the impression
that predestination is set
and distance will increase the danger
with certainties never enjoyed
the garden is equal yet stranger
____________ destroyed
observing the process will change it
afterwords even if you
subcounscioussly rearrange it
it doesnt seem any less true
the remnants of fog disappearing
and even transecnding concern
disturbing but somehow endearing
conditioned to never unlearn
and noone can tell me to listen
and noone can tlel me whats right
cuz nobody has my permission
and noone can see in your mind
in your mind in your mind in your mind
the magnifications explore
there slowly emerges a pattern
and details you normally ignore
you notice really what matters
it isnt a time or a place
only an ebb and a flowing
a currently weakening space
occuring, connecting, and growing
and noone
and nooone
cuz nobody
and noone can see in your mind
in your mind in your mind in your mind