Make a move with what you can Dead waters rise higher than your mind Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth so you can crush it in your hand There's no map I can tell you where you are You're in between things that only go half way Your tangled brain A tired old refrain You'd be singing it in the tired old silence You want the best You want contest My eyes are filled with prizes you've been showin Disappointment is the card up your sleeve Place your bets at the door before you leave
