There's a point you're told is close enough   like a camera lurks behind your eyes   they're thinking you don't feel the same   but you're drowning too with no escape   no escape.      There's a point where all will shut you out   so you watch 'em drift off through the room   but you hold the keys so you have to wait   to pull over ten times on the drive home   yeah you know the way home.      There's a point where all rough edges fade   you're dancing free of frowns and stares   I often long to dip my big toe in   I might sink like a stone in your curly hair   your curly hair.      There's a point I wanna reach with you   but I'm holding back for fear (or pride)   from the roller-coaster around this zoo   I just count the casualties of the ride   I just count the casualties of the ride   the point is...?