Seldom has it come to pass,
Yet never shall we see the last,
Always rolling, Gathering mass,
If you could catch a glimpse,
Or hold it in the palm of your hand,
It would destroy you,

Sometimes at night I lie awake,
And think of how it devastates,
Sit back and watch it escalate,
If I could trap the thought,
Or take a running jump off the edge it would just follow,

This awkward comfort speaks inside my mind,
If I may be the one to believe the lie,
Getting up to allow myself to fall back down,
Find a place in time and space to sleep for a while,

A blast of continuity pushes my membrane,
A rush of blood straight into the shell,
It comes in ways in mysterious ways,
A shot of pure reality grabs my infant hand,
I am petrified of nothing,
Awkward comfort up from the centre,

Slowly changing, never waning,
Sticking to the same old one track course,
Plowin' on through the all long gone,
The folly of faking, fearing and aching,
And still contemplating how you can go wrong,

This awkward comfort speaks inside my mind,
If I may be the one to believe the lie,
Getting up to allow myself to fall back down,
Find a place in time and space to sleep for a while,

A dose of negativity to take the sting off,
Like scratching just below my surface,
It comes in ways in mysterious ways,
A strain of what's in store for me to take my breath away,
I'm three times over your limit,
Awkward comfort down from the zenith,

It's here, It's real, In the now, And it can hold it's own
Now I'm in the zone

A blast of continuity pushes my membrane,
A rush of blood straight into the shell,
It comes in ways in mysterious ways,
A shot of pure reality grabs my infant hand,
I am petrified of nothing,
Awkward comfort up from the centre,
A dose of negativity to take the sting off,
Like scratching just below my surface,
It comes in ways in mysterious ways,
A strain of what's in store for me to take my breath away,
I'm three times over your limit,
Awkward comfort down from the zenith,

It's here, It's real, In the now, And it can hold it's own