No Logic - White Hinterland

There is no logic

No reason

No logic at all

To keep holding on

To the hope

You’ll turn into

The man I thought you were

I can’t sit still

I can’t stay in one place too long

Are you comfortable?

Are you comfortable?

I’m moving along

Your voice, though stentorian

Cannot hide the shadow of a doubt

Your thoughts may seem golden now

Give them time, time to sort them out

How do you know the name

The name of the one you love?

The name of the one you love?

What does it feel like?

Can it make a sound?

What does it sound like?