I wish my brain would operate instead of standing still. It's all so complicated. The thread of my own thoughts is disappearing to what seems to be a logical conclusion. I guess I've run out of ideas. I've heard a million songs about this and that and it gave me satisfaction. But I see it's a beautiful life. Now comes the second verse and I have to at least keep the measures straight. It's been a long time now and I'm really insecure about it all. I guess I didn't like seeing the things I saw. Who needs it? It's been a little painful and I hope I don't like pain because I'd hate to think about myself like that. Because I see it's a beautiful life. How did I ever let some of those ideas out of the box? It was just a feeling I had and I liked the verses. They were so nice and even. My eye will never be that good again. I lost a certain sense of rhythm but I gained a sense of time. Because I see it's a beautiful life. I like the old things but I just can't give up the idea of trying something a little bit different even if it's stupid. Because I see it's a beautiful life. Yes I see it's a beautiful life. And I see it's a beautiful life. you