Show & Tell
Why can't I think?
Look at that thing flying around the room
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
Leg is shaking while empty thoughts fill me
There's a tapping at the door, it takes my attention
How do I go back and tell you I tried?
And expect you to see my intentions
With the words of nothing I write
An empty book of failed attempts to tell my story
How do I write my issues to the problem itself?
I've got no other way of telling
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
The page is still white
I keep wishing on shooting stars
I guess some were only meant to go far
I'm trying to define the odds
My dreams you'd laugh about
All the hours spent crossing the words I never wrote
Show and tell, she said
I'm chasing tunnels and never wonder if we're running out without concerns to hold us back
And I know time is making me wait
Knowing, never needing, nothing to stall it
Random noises, little voices I can't seem to shake
And I imagine it'd be easier with something to take
And somewhere in my mind the words will come out to play
They can't stay if we wait
Step back, step back, walk
The lights have never been off
Use the same pace we've always gone before
It's a long race to a familiar place
Staying with the groove to take all you can take
I was chasing for days, pressing my will
Doing everything extra when the secret was chill
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
The page is still white
I keep wishing on shooting stars
I guess some were only meant to go far
I'm trying to define the odds
My dreams you'd laugh about
All the hours spent crossing the words I never wrote
Show and tell, she said
I'm chasing tunnels and never wonder if we're running out without concerns to hold us back
I can't think
Look at that thing flying around the room
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
Leg is shaking while empty thoughts fill me
Look at that thing flying around the room
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
Leg is shaking while empty thoughts fill me
There's a tapping at the door, it takes my attention
How do I go back and tell you I tried?
And expect you to see my intentions
With the words of nothing I write
An empty book of failed attempts to tell my story
How do I write my issues to the problem itself?
I've got no other way of telling
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
The page is still white
I keep wishing on shooting stars
I guess some were only meant to go far
I'm trying to define the odds
My dreams you'd laugh about
All the hours spent crossing the words I never wrote
Show and tell, she said
I'm chasing tunnels and never wonder if we're running out without concerns to hold us back
And I know time is making me wait
Knowing, never needing, nothing to stall it
Random noises, little voices I can't seem to shake
And I imagine it'd be easier with something to take
And somewhere in my mind the words will come out to play
They can't stay if we wait
Step back, step back, walk
The lights have never been off
Use the same pace we've always gone before
It's a long race to a familiar place
Staying with the groove to take all you can take
I was chasing for days, pressing my will
Doing everything extra when the secret was chill
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
The page is still white
I keep wishing on shooting stars
I guess some were only meant to go far
I'm trying to define the odds
My dreams you'd laugh about
All the hours spent crossing the words I never wrote
Show and tell, she said
I'm chasing tunnels and never wonder if we're running out without concerns to hold us back
I can't think
Look at that thing flying around the room
The page is still white, my mind is sealed tight
Leg is shaking while empty thoughts fill me
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Writer(s): Michael Benjamin
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