These Feelings

Tried to be frank, honest with you

But I can't find anywhere to put these feelings, can you feel it too?

Like a shadow of my former self, like I wish I could be someone else

Can someone help me understand these feelings? Could it be you?

Nothing feels real, nothing feels true

Everything's forced, everyone's blue

Someone help me understand these feelings, could it be you?

What is goodbye without physical touch?

Then I think I feel you inside my mother's living room, and it hits me like a gut punch

Is this a nightmare? Or is this a drug?

Is this a sick joke? We're standing in a line, and someone's about to pull the rug… pull it

Nothing feels real, nothing feels true

Everything's forced, everyone's blue

Someone help me understand these feelings, could it be you?

Nothing feels real, nothing feels true

Everything's forced, everyone's blue

Someone help me understand these feelings, could it be you?

I can't carry on, carrying on like this

I can't carry on, carrying on like this

I walk Griffith in the morning

I ask the mountains to love me

I look for it in the seasons

I watch them come back and haunt me

Look at the hawk as he catches prey, look at him circling

I'm in a valley, and I don't know who is coming for me

Pull me through, pull me through

I turn my lights off at night, I put my body to sleep

I get my body back up again, I watch the sunset and weep

When the tide goes in and out again, I'm not confused I can see

But what is the purpose of on again, off again? What is the purpose of me?

When the tide goes in and out again, I'm not confused I can see

But what is the purpose of on again, off again? What is the purpose of me?