Lyrics

1, 1 foot in front of another 2 steps forward, 12 Steps back 3 dimensional, this must be intentional 5 senses yet somehow still feel flat Why must everything just end up a puzzle? It's too much to juggle, knees ready to buckle I think I'll collapse Okay I'm begging Lord just give me the muscle To never be subtle, to not be befuddled Or at least not become my dad Think I'm having doubts That this all comes up roses in the end Can't see past the clouds The voice says exactly what it said on the tin Thе first few pieces arе the hardest to find After it's all laid out, how could I lie? Do you really think that would be right? What's left to do with (what's left to do with) A puzzle that's solved? Take it apart (take it apart) And finally, finally, finally What's left to do with (what's left to do with) A puzzle that's solved? Take it apart (finally, on) And finally, finally, finally move on