I grew up not knowing, crowing through the burning days,
time wasted in searching, lurching through the lonely ways.

Who can I blame?
What is this game?
Where can I hide the other side of me?

I'll stop all this talking when I have nothing more to say.

Tell me what's on my mind?
Or why should I care to stay?

I wander in circles, wondering where
the quick and clean ocean ends unbroken, spoken like a waking dream.

Who can I blame?
What is this game?
Where can I hide the other side of me?