Album Name : In Moderation
Release Date : 1999-10-08
Song Duration : 4:28
8stops7 Question Everything
Ever since I was a child
You always said that I should understand the rules
You take some and give less
Sit high above the rest...don't you
As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
Now he thinks I have the time
He flows in and out of riddles
Looking me straight in the eye
But it seems like something's missing
From the days when he was more my size
Chorus:
Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me
Everything exists 'tween black and white
You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies
Or just offer up solutions
Practiced only in your mind
I've lost half my life to wisdom
So forgive me if I come off sounding bitter
If my words push you away
If I seem surprised to see you
Lying here, in front of me
Just consider what you're asking
And give me a little time
'Cause I'm still having trouble breathing
For in all these days
I've never seen you cry
[chorus]
"...No son of mine..."
Should I be sleeping?
"...No son of mine..."
You never understood
That I don't need your help
Don't have to save me from myself
Or take me out to prove
That I should live my life like you...
As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
But I am listening this time
He flows in and out of riddles
Stories change without the wine
And at least he seems much clearer
On how it feels to be my size
[chorus]
Just what it means to me
Just what it means to me...