Breathing Room

Itâ? s fading much faster now Soulâ? s in need of a little turnaround I need a recess I need an interlude From this waiting This breathing room So in focus so in tune But too misled to be excused To hide behind a weak defense Of this bitter taste That I left upon your lenient mind quickly turning into spite I am paralyzed in shame To yield the way I was today But in this waning light thereâ? s No mysteries, No enigmas, No entangling webs Wrapped around this idle time It comes in like a flood, No debates, No vain suspicions Itâ? s when the day retires What remains Whatâ? s being denied So in focus so in tuned but too misplaced to be removed My ambitions never leave much room to think about these things Of all my wasted aptitude In my aimless, blind pursuits My intentions never leave much room for me Much less for you But in this waning light thereâ? s No mysteries, No enigmas, No entangling webs Wrapped around this idle time It comes in like a flood, No debates, No vain suspicions Itâ? s when the day retires What remains Whatâ? s being denied? My angel brings to me a waterfall For tonight I am consumed She faces east praying the sun will calm her restless heart confused I am aware But show no concern It only feeds this disarray I am aware I am afraid