When the morning sun is rising, and the mist is lifting fast
My soul flows to me slowly like an earthworm in the grass
And if you try to find me, the connection will not last
I try to tell you, but still you may refuse
To learn that what you gain is what I lose

And if you try to touch me, and you reach out with your hand
If I feel, I cannot tell you, cannot make you understand
Like through a spectral filter, a sense I cannot command
The face you see in your eyes cannot be me
And the someone who I am can never be

I sit in my surroundings, but it never feels like home
And the things you find around me are just tendrils I have grown
They strangle and confine me, but I must remain unknown
I hide behind my words: you laugh, you flee
But never can you know just what is me

You pin me to my records, but the history's not my past
I'm poured into this vessel, like a lightbulb needing gas
The nothing won't become me, but I'll try to fit the mask
I want so much to be, I can't refuse
Being almost is not something that you choose

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