Pointless

"Pointless", she says to me.
There are times I would tend to agree, but
She speaks so wistfully
Of words that still could be

Pointless. I stop and stare.
She could still be standing there
My prey without a prayer, and

I caught your scent again so don't tell me I'm running in circles
When you're just a wrinkle in my mind. In time you'll
Show your face again that's when I start to hear the
moral of the story;
That's when I start to make you.

Pointless, I spend the day
Stare at this scribbled page
search for the words to say
To prove you can't remain

Pointless. And still you flow
From where I'll never know
One touch before you go, and

I caught your scent again so don't tell me I'm running in circles
When you're just a wrinkle in my mind. In time you'll
Show your face again that's when I start to hear the
moral of the story;
That's when I start to make you.

There's no one else who sees the forest through the trees.
Your face etched upon my mind,
Your heart beats in syncopated time.
Some would suggest I won't stop until I find
Your voice stuck in my head.

"Pointless," they all insist,
"She's just a catchy riff." So
I clench a paling fist
And tell them what they've missed is

Pointless if they don't see
What they cannot believe, that
You're so much more to me, and

I caught your scent again so don't tell me I'm running in circles
When you're just a wrinkle in my mind. In time you'll
Show your face again that's when I start to hear the
moral of the story;
That's when I start to make you.

There's no one else who sees the forest through the trees.
Your face etched upon my mind,
Your heart beats in syncopated time.
Some would suggest I won't stop until I find
Your voice stuck in my head.

I caught your scent again so don't tell me I'm running in circles
When you're just a wrinkle in my mind. In time you'll
Show your face again that's when I start to hear the
moral of the story;
That's when I start to make you.

Credits
Lyrics: Newman

Guitar: Smith
Bass: Newman
Drums: Schwaninger
Keyboard: St. Amand