Brevity - Courier

I sealed my fate in a tire today, a rolling wheel with a guide away

The chase is all I’ll need to feel the high

But if that tire should break at all, I’ll slow my pace I’ll stop it all

The space is what I’ll need to feel alive

But I’ll go, go, to the beckoning call, convinced I’ll leave the emptiness

behind

Still I’ll know, know, that we’re destined to fall, our fate relies on my

unstable mind

I’ve buried the feelings of yesterday, or so I thought they had gone to stay

Wherever there was room within her life

I realize now it’s the only way, I’ll save a piece of my sanity

The thought of love must be kept far away

But I’ll go, go, to the beckoning call, convinced I’ll leave the emptiness

behind

Still I’ll know, know, that we’ll never at all, have the chance try the test of

time

But I’ll go, go, to the beckoning call, convinced I’ll leave the emptiness

behind

Still I’ll know, know, that I’ll never at all, find desire by my own design