make a move with what you can dead waters rise higher than your mind disappointment is a feather in your cap you want the truth so you can crush it in your hand there s no map that could tell you where you are you re in between things that only go halfway your tangled brain your tired old refrain you ll be singing it in your tired old asylum you want the best you want contests my eyes are filled with prizes you ve been showing disappointment is the card up your sleeve place your bets at the door before you leave 