I cannot express my feelings to you
I cannot speak in this language of fools
No more
And its what we do, not what we're going through
That counts, they said
But the things that they say, mark the time of the day
Calculated, to confuse
And as I lie here, I lie here
I realise that they are so true
And that I now have time
To bemuse, bemuse
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
What should I say? That you were correct, and that I should pray
To your gods? And every culture has a magazine
Taking up the space of your dreams
Til' you split at the seams, and give in
No, I cannot express my feelings to you
I cannot speak in this language of fools
No more
Its the way that you say
The time and the date
That leads me to believe in me
So shout, if you want to beat me down
I think your gods have something
To say
For I cannot express my fears
In corpereal form
To you
No more
I cannot express my feelings to you
I cannot speak in this language of fools
No more
And its what we do, not what we're going through
That counts, they said
But the things that they say, mark the time of the day
Calculated, to confuse
And as I lie here, I lie here
I realise that they are so true
And that I now have time
To bemuse, bemuse
Now I have time to bemuse
Now I just have time to bemuse upon
This life
Once more
