I'm so tired but i can't sleep.My mind is full but i can't speak.Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, i'm stuckRight here, somewhere between side a and side b. I could call it compromiseOr just an intermission.Some kind of consolation prizeFor the race i never finished. I want to turn these tired gears.I want to feel the follow-through,Some kind of equilibrium...Something to set my watch to. I'm here, somewhere betweenVictory and a white flag.Caught in this purgatory dream, i'm stuck. But i want to set the record straight,I want to retrace my every step.If i could just rewind all the tapesThen maybe i'd find my loose thread. Call it a compromiseOr just an intermission.Some kind of consolation prize,So close, but never finished. I want to turn these tired gears.I want to feel the follow-through,Some kind of equilibrium...Something to set my watch to.
