i am halfway in between hope and delusion and there is no clear light i can see tween what s real and illusion and when the arms uphold me no longer where i can see i i m trying to ride in between what may be intuition or an obsessive vision why but with time i find i m learning to ride i am halfway in between and watch and faith and doubt in there bloody war to the death as they battle it out and when the arms uphold me no longer where i can see i i m trying to ride in between what may be intuition or an obsessive vision why but with time i find i m learning to ride i am halfway in between and don t want to be pulled in opposite directions and it s hard to breathe and when the arms uphold me no longer where i can see i i m trying to ride in between what may be intuition or an obsessive vision why but with time i find i m learning to ride and in time when will i ever hold you in the meantime what do i do why but with time you ll find i m learning to ride  to ride i m learning to ride i m learning to ride i m learning to ride to ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride ride i m learning to ride