DESCRIPTION:
From Off The Board: A Studio 4 Family Compilation

Lyrics:

Finger to the flame, nerve endings are working
I gotta do this from time to time, to prove that I am human
I'm looking to the sky for the lights that are calling me home
A light that never comes, so I gotta start figuring my worth.


I can sense my own disorder
I sleep when night goes dim
In mourning I rise with the sun

If I had to try again, would I learn to swim or drown in the ocean?
Would I come to you?
No, no. You can swim to me.
If I had to die again, would I learn to live or haunt every night?


Twisting of the tongue; not feeling any cooler
I'm lost in your vernacular; your humor I humor
There's a distance that I like
There's no tight rope that's getting you close
I warn before you walk
You get too near, I'm gonna cut it


I can sense my own disorder
I sleep when night goes dim
In mourning I rise with the sun

If I had to try again, would I learn to swim or drown in the ocean?
Would I come to you?
No, no. You can swim to me.
If I had to die again, would I learn to live or haunt every night?

If I had to fly?
That's just stupid
I never soared in the first place

If I had to play again
I gotta tell ya
I choose not


Finger to the flame, nerve endings are working
I gotta prove to myself sometimes, that I'm always human