Tripping In Triplets - The Dear Hunter

There must be something that keeps me awake

Or some kind of pill I can take

To break these bad habits

I would lie if I said that this didn’t get tough

Two left feet on the floor in a waltz

At an odd tempo

Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me

To follow or lead

You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt

I can’t tell just which option is worse:

Dying pure or aware

So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats

Too far off for my ears to reach

Just a hint of timing

Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee?

A curious puzzle still cursing me

To follow or lead

And I don’t know where I’m going

Cause I can’t see the road, oh it’s winding

Just as long as I keep breathing

I’ve got this uncomfortable feeling

Heavy feet, shaky hands, troubled heart