Tripping In Triplets کے بول

There must be something that keeps me awake Or some kind of pill I can take To break these bad habits I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough Two left feet on the floor in a Waltz At an odd tempo Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee? A curious puzzle still cursing me To follow or lead You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt I can't tell just which option is worse Dying pure or aware So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats Too far off for my ears to reach Just a hint of timing Am I stuck at the ankle, or caught at the knee? A curious puzzle still cursing me To follow or lead And I don't know where I'm going Cause I can't see the road, oh it's winding Just as long as I keep breathing I've got this uncomfortable feeling Heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled heart