Still
Trick of the light, or just
A loss of perspective
Flaw in the grand plan, just
The way it is
Looks good from a distance, but
The closer I come, it
Becomes more daunting, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released but I've got to get there, still
Lost in an abstract thought
Dazed and distracted
Winded, yet still I'm caught
With a fragment of doubt
Slowed by reflection, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still
It's just confusion
An illusion, easily overdone
Here comes revolution, absolution
It's not an illusion
Not a fiction, easily overcome
Here comes revolution, absolution
Trick of the light, or just
Too much perspective
Looks good from a distance, but
The closer I come, it
Becomes more daunting, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still
A loss of perspective
Flaw in the grand plan, just
The way it is
Looks good from a distance, but
The closer I come, it
Becomes more daunting, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released but I've got to get there, still
Lost in an abstract thought
Dazed and distracted
Winded, yet still I'm caught
With a fragment of doubt
Slowed by reflection, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still
It's just confusion
An illusion, easily overdone
Here comes revolution, absolution
It's not an illusion
Not a fiction, easily overcome
Here comes revolution, absolution
Trick of the light, or just
Too much perspective
Looks good from a distance, but
The closer I come, it
Becomes more daunting, but
These moments will pass
Still, halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there
Still, standing on the hill
My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Mink, Geddy Lee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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