These Feelings

Tried to be frank, honest with you But I can't find anywhere to put these feelings Can you feel it too? Like a shadow of my former self Like I wish I could be someone else Can someone help me understand these feelings? Could it be you? Nothing feels real, nothing feels true Everything's forced, everyone's blue Someone help me understand these feelings Could it be you? What is goodbye without physical touch? Then I think I feel you inside my mother's living room And it hits me like a gut punch Is this a nightmare? Or is this a drug? Is this a sick joke? We're standing in a line And someone's about to pull the rug, pull it Nothing feels real, nothing feels true Everything's forced, everyone's blue Someone help me understand these feelings Could it be you? Nothing feels real, nothing feels true Everything's forced, everyone's blue Someone help me understand these feelings Could it be you? I can't carry on Carrying on like this I can't carry on Carrying on like this I walk Griffith in the morning I ask the mountains to love me I look for it in the seasons I watch them come back and haunt me Look at the hawk as he catches prey Look at him circling I'm in a valley and I don't know Who is coming for me (pull me through) I turn my lights off at night I put my body to sleep I get my body back up again I watch the sunset and weep When the tide goes in and out again I'm not confused, I can see But what is the purpose of on again, off again? What is the purpose of me? When the tide goes in and out again I'm not confused, I can see But what is the purpose of on again, off again? What is the purpose of me?