10:37 pm - man šķiet, ka es pati nesaprotu, ko esmu izdarījusiI'm so tired but I can't sleepMy mind is full but I can't speak Among the dust of the hard-to-reach, I'm stuck Right here somewhere between side a and side b I could call it a compromise Or just an intermission Some kind of consolation prize For the race I never finished I want to turn these tired gears I want to feel the follow-through Some kind of equilibrium Something to set my watch to I'm here somewhere in between Victory and a white flag Caught in this purgatory dream, I'm stuck But I want to set the record straight I want to retrace my every step If I could just rewind all the tapes Then maybe I'd find my loose thread Call it a compromise Or just an intermission Some kind of consolation prize So close but never finished I want to turn these tired gears I want to feel the follow-through Some kind of equilibrium Something to set my watch to |