Built to Spill Follow

the symptoms of our getting older
the problems that say we don't mind
that most of us never get over

the memories mingled with lies
coincidence gave a confession
that no one's allowed to forget
I don't wanna give the impression
that predestination is set
where certainty's never enjoyed

the distance will increase the danger
regarded as equal yet stranger
embark then embrace then destroy

observing the process will change it
subconsciously rearrange it
and afterwards even if you

it doesn't seem any less true
and even transcending concern
remnants of thought disappearing
disturbing but somehow endearing
and no one can tell me to listen
'cause nobody has my permission
conditioned to never unlearn

and no one can see in your mind
in your mind
and no one can tell me what's right
in your mind
in your mind

when magnifications explore
there slowly emerges a pattern
the details you normally ignore
you notice really what matters

only an ebb and a flowing
there isn't a time or a place
a permanent repeating space
occuring, connecting and growing

and no one can tell me to listen
and no one can tell me what's right
and no one can see in your mind
'cause nobody has my permission
in your mind
in your mind
in your mind