ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Rolling


All my life
I’ve been selling the truth of a lifeless soul
All my life
I’ve been waiting for something to lead me home

You haven’t seen what I saw
Seventeen months a year when it rained

By all the power in me
I do what I have to now

Rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead I shut my eyes
Dream who I can be once more

They see the trouble with me is
That I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
Rolling back my head
I think I’ve learned that I do wanna live again

All my friends
They’ve been telling me you are the kindred soul
Oh my friends
If they only knew who I was before

But they haven’t been where I’ve been
Seventeen month a year
That’s such a lonely place
I don’t wanna live in fear

Rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead I shut my eyes
Dream who I can be once more

They see the trouble with me is
That I’m one who knows but I just don’t understand
Rolling back my head
I think I’ve learned that I do wanna live

So I try to go on
Still I’d like to go on in this world
Well that’s life we go on
Life we go on in this world

Rolling out of my bed
I still can’t find the truth I’ve been searching for
Going back instead I shut my eyes
Dream who I can be once more

And they see the trouble with me is
That I’m one who knows but now I understand
Rolling back my head
I think I’ve learned that I do wanna live again

Still wanna live again

All my life
I’ve been telling the truth of a lifeless soul
All my life
Been waiting for something to lead me home