"Cost Of Extreme" lyrics

Suppose I know the places I could go
Folded papers filled with foreign notes
Rolling over leaves on broken lines
In between the spaces I reside

It's closing in
I wish that I'd been

Less afraid of my boredom
More aware of my needs
More accepting of normal
And less afraid to be clean

Spending too long in a limbo
Counting the cost of extreme

Stumbled on some souls that I believed
Skeletons with holes and tired feet
Carrying their luggage round their belts
Attempting to convey the way they felt

It's closing in
I wish that I'd been

Less afraid of my boredom
More aware of my needs
More accepting of normal
And less afraid to be clean

Spending too long in a limbo
Counting the cost of extreme

It's closing in
I wish that I'd been

Less afraid of my boredom
More aware of my needs
More accepting of normal
And less afraid to be clean

Spending too long in a limbo
Counting the cost

Counting the cost of extreme