I sat and contemplated everything And nothing came This dry skin is aging and cracking But I still sing Let the sun wash over me These warm thoughts Are the shade of the truth Seem to be a forest growing out of harvest Keeping me sustained Straying from the obvious into the strange I was at an effort Ending up the same What voice speaks now Other than my own echo in the cavern Of our useless skull? I am just a stain on the dress you've made The beauty in the stitching Elegance of us Block the rain aiming at this broken shell Countless as far as I can tell The ways in which you sing I rode your back Take hold through the reigns Laughing all the way What can we fill up in our short lives Making us complete, Allowing us to breathe? When death is washed away We shall unveil this vital mystery I still need to reach The life inside of me The life inside... I rode your back Take hold through the reigns Laughing all the way