Текст Unfinished Thought – The Order Of Detail

I Live With A Brain That Knows How To Weather
The Constant Barrage Of Putting Together
A Picture Of Me I’m Sure You Will Miss

I Think From A Place That’s Long Been Detached

The Order Of Detail Floods My Life
Like A Marionette To Sadness
I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me

It Strings Me Along Leaving Time
To Let Me Pretend I Can’t See
There’s Always Been Someone I’d Rather Be

I Need Razor Straight Lines
Marching In Time
Clearly Marked Stop Signs
And Thoughts To Call Mine

A Beginning An End
A Pattern To Follow
Time To Prepare
I Am Almost There

I Am Not Quiet
I Choose Not To Talk
I’m Afraid Of Myself And Of You
Your Terrible Plans
And The Conclusions I Have Been Led To
The Ones I Can’t Undo

The Order Of Detail Floods My Life
Like A Marionette To Sadness
I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me

It Strings Me Along Leaving Time