My soul is taped to my fingers;
To keep it from flying away...
There are many things I will not say,
There are many things I can not do.
Sometimes forgetting to love,
Or just loving to forget.
One word: contradiction --
My soul shows up like a wavery light...
Colors bright, dark, and blending.
Thoughts like the backroads, neverending...
It feels like a whirlpool, a bolt of