Woorden: And Then I Found Fifty Dollars. Other. Fringe Factor.

He presses flesh
Immersed within his frat-house scene
With which he feels unsatisfied

She wanders past
And dissolves into her seperate world
Her mind is fluid
A mind he longs to get inside
To finally know just what lies within
He needs her
To pull him out of the rut he's in

Two heads, two hearts
Two seperate lives
One choice to make
One line to cross
One chance to be free
One big mistake

She's all around him
Consuming every passing thought
He wishes he could make her his
She brims with intrigue
And with beauty of a rarer form
But alas, her many friends are just not friends with his
Now just what would his brothers say?
He gives in
And carries on the accepted way

Two heads, two hearts
Two seperate lives
One choice to make
One line to cross
One chance to be free
One big mistake

Those who choose a deeper path
As strange as it may seem
Those who live for what they feel is right

Are the ones who come to know
True love and happiness
They can seize the day
And sleep at night