[Verse 1: Ryan (Bex)]
Philosophy
Is always a recurring theme in my day dreams
I'm always looking for the philosophical
A slight tickle in my throat
A cold, sweet tasting kinda choke like I'm s**ing on a cough drop Popsicle
Optimistically full of ideas
Thoughts are the agents to tame all my fears
The fear to overlook things so easily in sight
I vow precision on my binoculars
A visionary conqueror
I ponder this idealism is it possible?
Like I said I'm philosophical
There's a potency for corrupt mind-sets
Hopelessly I try to interrupt but time gets warped into an etched shape too sharp for me to comprehend
I can't pretend that I know what I'm talking about
So I'm forking out whatever comes in to my brain
Hoping that it makes sense to someone
Even if the English doesn't add up
Even if the maths don't read well
Mixing things fixes things in a resolution-ary kinda way that I cannot explain I'll say it again
I'm philosophical
(What are you son?)
I'm philosophical
(What are you?)
I'm philosophical
Bex tell me what are you?
(I'm Philosophical
Ryan what are you?)
I'm biological
A k**er molecule
B what are you?
(I'm diabolical
And philosophical
Ryan what ya feel?)
I feel a soft tickle
I'm philosophical