Strung Out

Jahn

This is the way that I am, for the moment
This is the way that I approach you
This is the way that I delight you
Shining on you from so far away

This is the way that you absorb me
So meagerly you try to reflect me, oh no
You radiate me so coldly again
You briefly satisfy me

This is a shout out to reach all my strung outs
This is for the art of escape
This, our malaise that we tore from the same fate
Oh it’s fatal, oh it’s fatal

This is a shout out to reach all my strung outs
This is for the art of escape, yeah
This, our malaise that we sold out for praise
Oh it’s fatal, oh it’s fatal
Oh it’s fatal, when you say it’s over it’s only over
When you say it’s over

This didn’t take too long to find an error
Or even a newborn condition to set in
It didn’t take any new recognition
To liberate, to court a new flame

This is the haze that covers it all, oh well
This is a well tempered point it’s changing
To set aflame setting fire to the ash that falls on your new path

This is a shout out to reach all my strung outs
This is for the art of escape
This, our malaise that we tore from the same fate
Oh it’s fatal, oh it’s fatal

This is a shout out to reach all my strung outs
This is for the art of escape, yeah
This, our malaise that we sold out for praise
Oh it’s fatal, oh it’s fatal
Oh it’s fatal
But it’s only over when you say it’s over…