She walks down the sidewalk wondering
Lost in thought as the cars they pass her by
Wondering whose life this is and why
All of the things she had moved on
ThereÂ’s things she cannot quite understand
TheyÂ’re so happy following tradition
And she just canÂ’t

Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means sheÂ’s alive but they say
SomethingÂ’s wrong with her feeling this way

Afraid to find years(? ), come out and see
Those same people following her lead
Hoping that what she has is now what they all need
When she looks at them now she just smiles
As mis-led souls trample untold miles
When if they just followed their hearts they could be
Gifted for the rest of their trials

Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means sheÂ’s alive but they say
SomethingÂ’s wrong with her feeling this way

Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel, feel it
Can you feel anything, can you feel anything at all