Into The Glass

As I look into the glass Wonder how long will it last Will we stay as we have been Truth is stranger than fiction As I add to the ashtray Wonder when we'll run astray As we stumble through the maze Tryna get back to my place And then when I feel different I can see my indecisions I have my intuition But it is so inconsistent As I sit the table turns And the fire starts to burn Not the first time not the last Not the future not the past We can turn the lights down low (down low) Meet me at the Grand Chateau (Chateau) Riding high and running low I'll take you where no one goes And then when I feel different I can see my indecisions I have my intuition But it is so inconsistent Sometimes I'm undecided As much as I try to hide it I can act like a victim I guess that's another symptom