We are contorted by the hands that draw our eyes
Caught in a never ending spin of ever flowing time
A walking shadow in a waking dream
There is time but I understand that there is none left for me
Holding so close to my chest, everything that I could never define
Slips away, and time stands still
As we hold on to a light
Fading
All that you found here in me
Fragmented pieces of why I wanted to believe.
I cannot place to show how these moments of me
Could span a lifetime of you
Why put your trust in these hands,
There is no time left to learn how to be a better man
I will wade in these waters, drenched to the bone
And let your rivers take me home
Adrift on no more than a sliver of a once vast flowing stream
What I would give to remember what it felt like to believe
Permanently held in the eye of the storm,
Within her gaze we are becoming and succumbing
Left with nothing, beneath this shell of a broken man
These twisted shapes of mislead flesh, pretending to be me
Why put your trust in these hands,
There is no time left to learn how to be a better man.
I will wade in these waters, drenched to the bone
And let your rivers take me home.
Adrift on no more than a sliver of a once vast and flowing stream
What I would give to remember. There is an ocean within me
Adrift on no more than a sliver of a once vast and flowing stream
What I would give to remember what it felt like to believe
When will you bring me the salt of the earth?
And open the valley between value and worth
Open the valley