Beginnings, and how I felt the tingles
Let's not talk about the endings
or how drawn out they can be
You're halfway through and you pick the ending
What's gonna happen?
All points in between
All points in between
We had a conversation, and we decided
three cups of Coca-Cola would suffice
Well I'm a weak man, with a mind like water
I still felt the tingles
as they rippled through our life
Does the ceiling inspire this silence?
A mess of colors creeping, amongst the fall of all desire
I couldn't touch you because your body wasn't there
I couldn't reach you, now you're a major concern