You never knew just how bloody lost you were
until you remembered the destination, led by a bird.
Was it the dove or the eagle, again? You still can't remember.
Vultures circle above, they smell your promise of December.
There's a cyclone in my head and fire in my brain.
In the highlight of a storm, I see everyone's insane.
No one's got any direction at all, we're all winging it here,
enlightened by death, motivated by greed, running from fear.
Was I looking for truth, or trying to perfect a lie in my mind?
A life of screaming at the deaf, painting pictures for the blind.
Always on the look-out for something really worth looking for,
I tried to fly, but only met with the dust and stones of the floor.
I say suspect the most the ones who claim they have the answers,
turn every question around again to see it from all possible angles.
Seems you can only turn your back to the herd or turn it to yourself.
Reconciliation comes in the midst of frigid dreams awakening melts.
Is it a straight line you've found, or is it the curve of a wider circle?
You see red then you feel blue, could your colors blend to be purple?
Through the desert to that ocean shore, if just to kiss it, its your mission.
You know doves have devil eyes, eagles tend to meet jet eingines.
until you remembered the destination, led by a bird.
Was it the dove or the eagle, again? You still can't remember.
Vultures circle above, they smell your promise of December.
There's a cyclone in my head and fire in my brain.
In the highlight of a storm, I see everyone's insane.
No one's got any direction at all, we're all winging it here,
enlightened by death, motivated by greed, running from fear.
Was I looking for truth, or trying to perfect a lie in my mind?
A life of screaming at the deaf, painting pictures for the blind.
Always on the look-out for something really worth looking for,
I tried to fly, but only met with the dust and stones of the floor.
I say suspect the most the ones who claim they have the answers,
turn every question around again to see it from all possible angles.
Seems you can only turn your back to the herd or turn it to yourself.
Reconciliation comes in the midst of frigid dreams awakening melts.
Is it a straight line you've found, or is it the curve of a wider circle?
You see red then you feel blue, could your colors blend to be purple?
Through the desert to that ocean shore, if just to kiss it, its your mission.
You know doves have devil eyes, eagles tend to meet jet eingines.
