On These Days... — текст песни (Gob)

every thing`s stagnant, inert and i feel so far away.
i`ve got so much more to accept, i`ve got so much more to say,
i felt sullen and depressed with thing i needed off my chest.
i`ve go so much more to accept i`ve got so much more to say.
i was beat up by the pictures in my mind,
i saw heat and fire come to take your place,
walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you,
i can`t move at all with my feet in quicksand.
if you went a million miles away i would be sitting here wondering
what to say.
i`ve seen the out come and i`m hoping that it never ends