The Other Side - The Dismemberment Plan

Well there are times

When you will not like the sound of my voice

There are days when a warm look from a strange face

Will make me forget my name

And there are nights

When you wonder where the party’s at now

And you wonder why you never split this beat scene

When a higher life awaits

And there are days

When you don’t know how you picked the wrong life

In a second when it’s over in our own minds

And it’s gone without a sound

And there are fights

That’ll hear things that we know we don’t mean

And we say 'em cause we don’t know what we both want

And we can’t get to the other side

There are years

That’ll fly like winds across a floodplain

Unaware of it’s own weight, free of friction

And immune to it’s own speed

There are weeks

That’ll crawl like slugs across a hot road

Only moving cause it just don’t know how to stop

On a search for God knows what

And there are songs

That’ll make your skull ring like a dropped cup

Resonating with the reasons why you worked through

And the reasons why you stayed

For the long nights when you found a new resolve that I never knew was there

For the cold eye and the warm embrace now

For the righteous vibe that I need like the air I breathe, yeah

Well there are times

When you’ll think you’ve got my funny number figured out

There’ll be days when I don’t feel like

I ever knew you all that well

And there are lines

Drawn behind, around, above and over everything

In an effort to figure out

The place and time, the right, the wrong, the yours, the mine

And I’ll be damned

If I feel like I will ever know anything

But if don’t keep moving on that last hill

We’ll never know what’s on the other side