Sense Field



Drawing Board

Same mistakes, they won't repeat

When I find myself, down this deadend street

Lord, I'm back

Back to the drawing board

Well yesterday, come back for awhile come back for awhile

Another year, another year keeps going by keeps on going by

Self, are you with me?

It's when days, they last too long,

It's hard to face being gone

Can you see me, I'm deep into pain

I'm up to my neck, in this quicksand