Jumping Bomb Angel - Correspondance, Coars lyrics

So what is it that goes on here really

You and I tend to spin our philosophies

So intent that the truth that we speak is so pure

But it's rife with naivete

When I don't draw the line that I tell you

That I play with all possibilities

Your mom said it best I'm a jack of all trades

But a master of nothing at all

Today I've become what I am not

Unchanged at the very same time

>From the girl that you saw in the schoolroom door

Now embraced in photographer's lines

What can we say that is ours today

Adrift in our own worn-out monologues

of dreams that could take us so far from this place

and the tangents that bring us back home

Hard proof or not, I'm existing

Unable to fathom my metaphors

But as long as my pen's still so legible to read

All I ask is that you read on