Attack

Well the day burns bright as you ask another question
To which I don't have an answer
And your velvet smile will only get you part of the way
Those are days you'll have to fight, you'll have to fight
When your burden of proof is yours to show
and you're carried away by the undertow

Then your day turns black and everybody's gesture is an attack
on your soul and your senses
Don't you know in time that they'll all forget
how you pirouette, that we can turn on a dime
And for crying out loud, it's clear, some are OK, some not OK

And all of us burning slow, we live and die by the flame
There's no other way it'll ever roll
The Xs and Ys and the lines in the laminar flow
that carry the family name
And all of things you will ever know

We're stuck in the fray with danger only ever seconds away
on the road to Damascus
At least we've learned that life yields its greatest return
on foot of small advances
So what I'm trying to say is
what you have may matter more than what you're after

All of us burning slow and no-one can see in the round
A scratch on the edge of a grain of sand
The Xs and Ys and the lines in the turbulent flow
it's not so hard to explain
There's nobody else that you'll ever understand
Scratch on the grain that carries the family name