Stones & Feathers

(Gray/MacKichen/Skarbek/Parks)
There's nothing left for me to do just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around
I can't help falling down is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the weight of stones & feathers
I'm not myself maybe
I'm never just like tear that fades away just like a word
I can't express or can't explain a thousand voices in my brain
I wish they'd comfort me instead it's torturing is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just the way
I'm made to measure
I'm not myself maybe
I'm never when all is said and done
I confess
I've had enough is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a chill that lasts forever
I'm not myself maybe
I'm never is this the state of so-called pleasure? or just a break in heavy weather
I'm not myself maybe
I'm never