the Doves and Grandaddy have quite possibly had an illegitimate child, having chosen not to breast feed, but rather to raise the child on Plato's allegory of the cave and my penchant for keeping one foot out the door.
indie british brit rock a
a lesson learned from outta my cave
i wanna go back sometimes but i can't escape
and now i see spots in the wind
i adjust my lens but it blurs again
there are times i'd rather run than choose
when everything is wrapped around you
you always say i try too hard
i try too hard to push you away
but through the clouds
it's shining out
you can't crack the code
the way i feel
(repeats x 2)
the way i feel
my eyes unveiled the sound of the door
i try to tell myself that i could never know
if i had seen the road to choose
to get to you
would be running nowhere
it's going nowhere
but through the clouds
it's shining out
i see it now
i see it now
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the way i feel (repeats)
(chorus)
