| Confusion
Got an itch, but I can't scratch it,
Had a thought, but couldn't catch it.
Made an offer, wouldn't match it --
What am I gonna do?
Heard a tune, just couldn't swing it,
Lost my script, and had to wing it --
Never known just when to bring it.
What am I gonna do?
Chorus:
Cause I'm lost --
In the warfare side of peace,
On the starting line of cease,
In my prison of release.
Just lost --
On the up side of my down,
On the smile side of a frown.
In the country of the town,
I took my yesterdays tomorrow,
Gave away what I can't borrow,
Wanted joy, I ordered sorrow,
What am I gonna do?
Think the start has finally ended,
What got fixed cannot be mended --
Didn't fake it, just pretended;
What am I gonna do?
Chorus:
Yes, I'm lost --
On the left side of all right,
In noontime's blackest night,
On the solid ground of flight.
I'm lost
In the breathing of the drowned,
On the tension of unwound,
In the missing of the found.
Blue is black when light is redder,
Feel so bad, I must be better,
When I get dry, I'm so much wetter,
What am I gonna do?
Necessities may not be needed,
The final word's been superseded,
The wildest warning's never heeded,
What am I gonna do?
Chorus:
Cause I'm lost,
In the laughter of a frown,
On the tragic half of clown,
In anonymous reknown.
I'm lost,
In the winter wind of spring,
On the taking side of bring,
On the peasant side of king.
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