Correlation is not causation, but
I'm wound in a web of synchronicity,
riding the echoes of dead men and
balancing on the ledge of a balcony.
Nature's breath is a frigid one up here,
it certainly smells like its going to rain.
So beautiful, these charred remains of cities
across this seemingly endless desert plain.
And as I watch the mutants play beneath a rusty sky
I can't fight the sadness that devours me,
its more than enough to drive a madman sane:
hope, she died again today.
Yes indeed, it feels like rain.
So though I could bury her like a seed in the wasteland here,
instead I'll seek better soil to nurture her destined rebirth:
I'll chase the stars and escape the season,
where she can blossom,
not for lies, but reason,
sweet reason.
I'm wound in a web of synchronicity,
riding the echoes of dead men and
balancing on the ledge of a balcony.
Nature's breath is a frigid one up here,
it certainly smells like its going to rain.
So beautiful, these charred remains of cities
across this seemingly endless desert plain.
And as I watch the mutants play beneath a rusty sky
I can't fight the sadness that devours me,
its more than enough to drive a madman sane:
hope, she died again today.
Yes indeed, it feels like rain.
So though I could bury her like a seed in the wasteland here,
instead I'll seek better soil to nurture her destined rebirth:
I'll chase the stars and escape the season,
where she can blossom,
not for lies, but reason,
sweet reason.
