Testo Confess

In need of inspiration
a signal, an idea, a direction
People tell me to do this
and to do that
all the same in the end
cos no one knows whats right for me
i sure dont.
Looking for answers
a revelation, a memory, a discovery
Its all been blurred
and so very distorted
its all the same in the end
no one can figure it out
i sure cant.

Searching for that someone
a smile, an eye, those special words
People say i should do this
and do that
all the same in the end
they dont know and neither do i
where i should go
Such a haze
dust rising after an impact
thick fog
and a pitch black night
time for it to clear
but not yet
not yet no not yet