Figure 8

clien, we are alien
I have longed for one I never met
More of me, there was more of me
There's another part who never was

c floating memory
Blood is thicker than all of the waves upon the sea
cnother side of me
Cannot second guess the intuition that
I'm half the man you'll never get to be

Figure 8, were a figure 8
We are stuck upon a double loop
Helical, it's hysterical
We are lost in twisted parallel

c floating memory
Blood is thicker than all of the waves upon the sea
cnother side of me
Cannot second guess the intuition that
I"m half the man, and you're never gone cause

You know the smell of my hair
I know your voice in a crowd
No matter how far or faint
No matter how big and loud
There is no replacing me
There is no replacing you
There is no substitute
There is no substitute

Flooding memory
Blood is thicker than all of the waves upon the sea
cnother side of me
Cannot second guess the intuition that
I'm half the man you"ll never get to be

So I figured out we're a figure 8
We're a circle stumbling o'er itself