I know there's no reason
To worry like I do
There's no explanation
For what I put you through
For seven years you've been there
And you still turn me on
You might be the only thing that can
You might be the only one
Too much information
Too much is eating away
At our peace of mind
At the hours of our day
To shorten the hours
And leave half behind
To listen to your messages
They're asking what's on your mind
Left alone to think of what
You're doing with yourself
Answers don't come quick enough
Just moments when you think you know
Can you feel
The urge to speak melting away?
Can you feel?
Or has the time blown you away?