my eyes see through key-holes
to places we've locked away
we'll throw away the key, so we
can save it for another day
and what is flowing through us
I almost wish that it could stay
but it's fleeting as the smoke
that rises up and fades away
and the beauty of this moment
doesn't live in when or then
it only reaches back to us
when we're true with ourselves again
and as the world turns round and round
I'm caught up in its spin
and I'm happy to be on this ride
telling a story that never ends
yeah the world gets caught in sorrow
it's a brutal occupation
seperating lives from their tomorrows
and we say it's in the name of their salvation
but when you look into the eyes
of the ones who tell the lies
their profit is our slow deterioration
I won't apologize
'cause it's not me whose in disguise
I'm just looking for a kind communication
and the pages keep on turning
and we're thinking as we go
speculating on the things
that nobody will ever know
and holding onto something
can be fixed by letting go
and letting others see the things
that we're afraid of letting show
I feel the deepest part of night
inside my frontal lobe
imagining myself in every
hidden corner of the globe
and I'll walk through foreign streets
like I couldn't miss a beat
untill my body tells me just to wander
because the making of my way
and the fresh start of each new day
keeps my mind fulfilled with things to ponder.
