Source

When you stomp your feet

And the treetops begin to sway

I will gather my tools

To monitor and calculate

The direction of flow

The high and the low

The medium and the rate

I've observed this enough

And the process is rough

But I cannot postulate

The source behind the fall

The crack inside the wall

The noise around the call

To leave it alone

Grip my hair with my fingers

'Cause these numbers just don't add up

And now this time

The constants are unknown

Every single line, analyzing

Forgot to carry the "2"

Oh, but I know

I'm the source behind the fall

The crack inside the wall

The noise around the call

To leave it alone

Well I get stuck in my head

Because I'm blind to see

My insecurities

They get the best of me

I'm the source behind the fall

The crack inside the wall

The noise around the call

To leave it alone

Well I get stuck in my head

Because I'm blind to see

My insecurities

They get the best of me