oh the isolation it s a sticky situation in my mind every conversation has a different destination to be found after being to heaven i can t even count to 7 at a time life has done me over and the thought has knocked me sober it s a crime chorus where can i go from here where can i go from here answers on a postcard common equilibrium is swinging like a pendulum around silence is the enemy serenity s a memory unfound i cannot believe that when my heart is on my sleeve i am alive calling me a masochist when really i m a pacifist gone wild chorus