Текстове на песни: 8 Stops 7. In Moderation. Question Everything.

Ever since I was a child
You always said that I should understand the rules
You take some and give less
Sit high above the rest, don't you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
Now he thinks I have the time

He flows in and out of riddles
Looking me straight in the eye
But it seems like something's missing
From the days when he was more my size

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

Everything exists 'tween black and white
You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies
Or just offer up solutions, practiced only in your mind
I lost half my life to wisdom so forgive me if I

Come off sounding bitter
If my words push you away
If I seem surprised to see you
Lying here in front of me

Just consider what you're asking
And give me a little time
I'm still having trouble breathing
'Cause up to now I've never seen you cry

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

No son of mine, should I be sleeping
No son of mine, as if you never understood
That I don't need your help, don't have to save me from myself
Or take me out to prove that I should live my life like you

As I ask a simple question
Cuts me off with his reply
He's been practicing for decades
But I am listening this time

He flows in and out of riddles
Stories change without the wine
But at least he seems much clearer on
how it feels to be my size

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it hard to decide
Just what it means to me

Ten years older and I've finally found my pride
This old man comes rolling home to die
Old feelings make it harder to see
Just what it means to me

What it means to me
What it means to me
What it means to me