I knew that voice in the trees so I stood listening for what felt like days, discovering a truth that is now mine.
The salvation waits in the woods, it's as patient as death is to a new born child.
Only through the search do we lose out to the answer.
Nothing is served on the silver platter, only the empty space left after the feast.
Nothing for you to call your own, just an imagination instilled by idle hands, play things for the dark.
I'll wait here to be called home.
I've waited this long.
The rest of what's left makes no difference.
We repeat, before we admit.
The circle is always unbroken, if we only look into the mirror of the self. It's plain to see what you look for but why can't your eyes focus on what is so prominent in your mistakes?
If you fall to your knees and beg, maybe then you will make sense of it all and find your saving, but I see the sickness dripping from every last part of life, and I shall not ask for things to be different.
I will repeat and persist.
Repeat and persist.
The salvation waits in the woods, it's as patient as death is to a new born child.
Only through the search do we lose out to the answer.
Nothing is served on the silver platter, only the empty space left after the feast.
Nothing for you to call your own, just an imagination instilled by idle hands, play things for the dark.
I'll wait here to be called home.
I've waited this long.
The rest of what's left makes no difference.
We repeat, before we admit.
The circle is always unbroken, if we only look into the mirror of the self. It's plain to see what you look for but why can't your eyes focus on what is so prominent in your mistakes?
If you fall to your knees and beg, maybe then you will make sense of it all and find your saving, but I see the sickness dripping from every last part of life, and I shall not ask for things to be different.
I will repeat and persist.
Repeat and persist.