Feel What You Don’t

You only get one way to live this
That way is not your choice
Tied not told when to turn
Who to hold under

Things you can't touch are the most real
I won't make you feel what you don't
I won't

Hold my hand
I won't make you feel what you don't
Taste my mouth
I won't make you feel what you don't
I won't

What you can't see won't believe you
Madmen weren't made or taught
Tell a tree how to grow
Not to be beautiful

When you can't hear what the cues call
I'll take the mute response
I want

Hold my hand
I won't make you feel what you don't
Taste my mouth
I won't make you feel what you don't
Hold my hand
I won't make you feel what you don't
Taste my mouth
I won't make you feel what you don't
I won't

You only get one way to live this
That way is not your choice
Tied not told where to turn
Who to hold under