Beyond the Years

Playing with the reasons (with the reasons, with the reasons) of who you are

Russian dolls (Russian dolls are)

Dissolving (are dissolving, in every layer) in every layer of the rhyme

Closer than the distance (closer than the distance) the near that's far

Wake the depths quietly

More of you, less of me

Far beyond the thoughts that run

More than just these islands in the sun

In the sun

Islands in the sun

Wanderer cold and stark, don't tip your hand

Looking for something here in the sinking sand

So many things you just can't say out loud

A sieve sifting hopelessness inside the shroud

Letters of loneliness flow from your hand

Seeds of sedition grow, and no one understands

Where is the blood that pushed into frontiers?

And where is the love that used to hold all my tears?

But now I am just drifting through the years

This is the way

This is the way

You've come all this way

Time can not save you

Your debt can't repay you

So don't look away

Until another day

This is the way

And you will recover

Come find your place

And rest on my shoulder

Traveler into the morning

Rise and begin your falling

I will be here, your every tear

Will not be lost inside your fear

I'm worlds away, yet everyday

I am the far that's always near

I will be here, your every tear

Will not be lost inside your fear

I'm worlds away, yet everyday

I am the far that's always near

Hidden deep among us, in the depths of our subconscious

Playing with the reasons of the who and what

We are the first and last

The Russian dolls dissolving every time

The rhyme evolving coming nearer to the far is where we are

I am so far from home

But I am not alone

God has taken all my tears

Now I have life beyond the years