if you're dying to be heard
from your tiny living room,
or if you're following the herd
cause you don't know what to do:
you're never gonna live
if you've got something to prove,
cause you're never gonna win
and you're never gonna lose.
where did you go between the two?
myself and i, yourself and you?
if i ripped myself apart
and i gave it all to you,
or if the writing's on the wall,
and there's nothing you can do,
are you anxious for the sky?
are you dying for the moon?
the world is nothing in disguise,
it is nothing, nothing new.
where did you go between the two?
what for and why? where, how, and who?
love is a war, inside of you.
i against i, you against you.