Testo Visible Invisible

(words and music © Howie Lucero, bmi)

In all the distraction, you slipped away.
A trained eye would have caught it for sure,
but I'm just not there anymore . . . just not there.

To live between daydreams and consciousness is no pretty gift;
one day the walls will crash or drift as all of the world looks on until it's over.
For all I could see . . . for all I thought was . . .
it's barely visible now.
So like astral projection, the sheild was thin.
Now my heart's like the fingers and rings . . .
I reach, yet not feel anything . . . a dead space.

To drive to the center of what it means is such a long ride . . .
I've not the will or want to try . . . so, all of the world, it's on . . . it's on my shoulders.

And all I could see . . . and all I thought was . . .
it's barely visible now.

(inst.)
In all the distraction . . . just slipped away. And the words wrote . . . stet: "I was so wrong."
Just leave them there where they belong.

To live between daydreams and consciousness is no pretty gift;
one day the walls will crash or drift as all of the world looks on until it's over.
For all I could see . . . for all I thought was . . .
it's barely visible now