Letras
You imagine...it bigger...than it ever will be...
Yah, you imagine a tall tale...and you try to believe...
Questioning...questioning never stops...it's making it's rounds...
Trickiest thing...the slope is still steep...
Trickiest thing...how we pry from the deep...
Who can say...what is real...what is unreal...
As you sit...and wait...the pen never stops...it spills from the heart...
To empty it out...to empty it out...to piece in a part...
It's puzzling...as you tread on the wire...
Courageously as the belt is unfastened...
Still, you step always forward...without your sword...and your shield...
In this phase of your droubt...you're dancing for rain to come heal...
Winter comes again...without a hint of delay...
No exceptions...for innocence...
Realize the stubbornness...of the souls who still sleep...they still sleep...
Woe...do they work here for naught...through their blistering feet...
The itch is so strong...what we strive to get done...
How it seems so afar...while we seek for a haven...
Home does wait...as were caught in the force of the sea...
The mouth is wide open...the mouth is wide open...
Our souls disagree...