What measures truth?
Is my life something I'll afford?
And I just have not yet figured out
My tendons hurt as the paper gets matted with ink
Now the right words are just on the brink
I swear that they're testing my patience
Run 'til my gut pumps inspiration
And I think I might now have figured out
Run 'til this rut feels insufficient
To the voice on the wind: Are you real?
Is it my intuition? (Are you still into it, into this?)
Or have I been robbing myself?
(Running away with the time)
So I might just now have figured out
I startle you
When I'm dreaming, I talk in my sleep
Saying things that I'm not sure I mean
I still believe in things that I can't see
And I might just now have figured out that
I'm just a vessel, I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing)
I'm just a vessel, I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing, flowing)
I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing)
And I might now have it figured out
