Marching Church Living In Doubt
A forceful grip by the arm ripping her away into my arms
That's what I ought to do
Either that or give in
Either that or spend each day in a limbo of doubt
Watching her slip away
These eyes of mine could pierce into hers
Straight through her breast and out the back of her head
Instead they're shooting aimlessly like a drunken gunman
After all that might be exactly what I am
A spectator of first attractions
Of discreet caresses
Of lustful eyes disguised as intimate conversation
Blindly convinced that I am in control of how everything will turn out in the end
Turn out in the end
Turn out in the end
How everything will turn out in the end
And in the end a state of feeling limited by my own mind body and soul
While still being convinced that I contain some kind of godlike charm
Some kind of godlike charm
Godlike charm
Thinking I'm only held back by the imperfection of my surroundings
Of course it isn't true
Of course it isn't true
Of course it isn't true
Of course it isn't true
It isn't true I was born in an equal state of self-adoration and hate
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
Cliché
And sitting here across the aspiring sharers of intimacy
Halvly convinced that the eyes of the girls secretly wanders upon me
Living in doubt
Living in doubt
A life of doubt
Living in doubt
