Lyrics:

Too many questions

But no one seems to know

The value of the answers

Too many fingers and all pointed back at me

Is it because I was the one who pointed mine first?

I see a problem but maybe it's part of me

Excuses without reasons

I have a conscious inspiring to be

More than a thought that's burning deep inside of me



I see a doorway and I fumble for a key

How many turns until it opens?

And what will it reveal?

I'm at the center, or is it left of me

When will it open?



On the surface, the smile evades the truth

The words are even cheaper

I ask for something impossible to give

And sit back and watch it all go