The world wants an answer now
And how are we to say it, how
can we even answer to ourselves?
But there's not a word they've made
to make sense of the way I feel
when you touch my hand
Be here
You've got a little way about you
I fear I'm losing you to madness
You've got a little way I love
And here and now just gets in our way
They're taking us out back
tied the shackles to a shack
faces to a wall, feet to the earth
Don't it just feel like hell
to know that just as well
I could be anywhere I choose
Be here
[Too lazy to get real paper.]
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