(Verse 1)
The thing about it is, it’s like a silent scream,
Echoing through the corridors of a fractured dream,
It twists and turns, a tangled vine,
In the garden of my mind, it entwines.
(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a whisper in the wind,
A cryptic code only I can comprehend,
It dances on the edge of reason’s abyss,
Oh, darling, the thing about it is.
(Verse 2)
It’s the flicker of a candle in a darkened room,
A fleeting glimpse of a forgotten tomb,
It’s the ache in my bones, the yearning in my soul,
A puzzle unsolved, yet to be whole.
(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a riddle in the night,
A ghostly figure bathed in moonlight,
It weaves through the fabric of time and space,
Leaving behind only traces.
(Bridge)
Caught in the web of my own creation,
I search for meaning in this endless rotation,
But the thing about it is, it defies explanation,
A kaleidoscope of my own imagination.
(Chorus)
Oh, the thing about it is, it’s a labyrinth of thought,
A labyrinth where I am caught,
It teases and taunts, yet I cannot resist,
Oh, darling, the thing about it is.
(Outro)
So I’ll embrace the mystery, let it unfold,
In the depths of my being, it takes hold,
For the thing about it is, it’s a part of me,
A symphony of chaos and beauty, wild and free.
