Tell Me I'm Here
Oh, memory, I'm glad to keep ya
Glad to see you're always on time
What lies behind us and before us
Are tiny matters in disguise
Side by side with what's within us
For in this moment, we're alive
Oh, memory, I'm glad to keep ya
Glad to see you're always on time
You never have the answers
I know, I need to change
You never have the answers
Even when I'm circling the drain
It's so weird to trip over something that's behind you
Choke on it, fall upstairs, thinking they'll have no clue
But don't you know everybody's looking for a breakthrough?
East to West, it's all a mess and everybody's a fool
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Oh, memory, I've broadened the vistas
I must look beyond what I see
And if I'm peeking through a keyhole
See the opportunity
I need a sceptic, narcoleptic
Antiseptic remedy
From Bosnia to Banksia
I must be what I'm destined to be
But someone's gotta go
And he thinks that he's the one
And someone's on the run
And he does it just for fun
And someone's gotta go
And he thinks that he's the one
And someone's gotta go
Thinks that he's the one
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Glad to see you're always on time
What lies behind us and before us
Are tiny matters in disguise
Side by side with what's within us
For in this moment, we're alive
Oh, memory, I'm glad to keep ya
Glad to see you're always on time
You never have the answers
I know, I need to change
You never have the answers
Even when I'm circling the drain
It's so weird to trip over something that's behind you
Choke on it, fall upstairs, thinking they'll have no clue
But don't you know everybody's looking for a breakthrough?
East to West, it's all a mess and everybody's a fool
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Oh, memory, I've broadened the vistas
I must look beyond what I see
And if I'm peeking through a keyhole
See the opportunity
I need a sceptic, narcoleptic
Antiseptic remedy
From Bosnia to Banksia
I must be what I'm destined to be
But someone's gotta go
And he thinks that he's the one
And someone's on the run
And he does it just for fun
And someone's gotta go
And he thinks that he's the one
And someone's gotta go
Thinks that he's the one
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I'm done thinking about what happened
Whoa-whoa, tell me I'm here
I think I've got too much on my mind (too much on my mind)
Credits
Writer(s): Hayam Gacanovic
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