wild horses

always got a lot on my mind, feels like the net just gets bigger with time, stretching out behind me, trawling the open sea, waste a lot of breath on the bullshit, i breathe a lot of air that keeps making me sick, or maybe just lazy, a little bit hazy, it's ok if you don't have the answer, the questions remain the same, there's a whole lot of people claiming their team, but nobody knows the game, so give me a minute, to come to my senses, to look out the window, and stop building fences, all the wild horses, just want to run free, i want to know you, i just want you to know me too, point your finger at me, i dare you to stick it between my teeth, you just keep putting up crosses and sharpening nails, as you wait for the cultural priest, to hand down a confident sentence, to anyone accused of a crime, there's a thousand ways to blow it, so don't even think about speaking your mind, maybe you would rather be angry, but i'd rather sleep at night, there's a fraction to every outcome, there's a spectrum of wrong and right, so give me a minute, to come to my senses, to look out the window, and stop building fences, all the wild horses, just want to run free, i want to know you, i just want you to know me too