it all comes to life.

Right before your eyes.

And I wander through ideals,

Reflecting all I know and how it falls into focus.

It seems my progression lays behind this wall.

So I plant a seed, and lead erosion to the wall.

And lead erosion to it all.

And I wander through ideals,

Reflecting all I know and how it falls...

And I'll be here, looking for purpose in the sun.

And I'll be ever here.

The horizon bears such a beauty.

We'll never know how much we can't see.

Your atheist terse solemnity.

It bruises me.

It bruises me.

It bruises me.

It bruises me.

No, don't.

Give me your hand, I can save you from the fall.

Go, I'm in your shadow.

Run until your feet are aching to the bone.

And it all comes to life.

Why do I still feel... dead inside?

So I plant a seed, and lead erosion to the wall.

So I plant a seed, and lead erosion to...

I see you looking back at me.

As this might be the end of me.

Misfortune in my history, and even more awaiting me.

Tired of such controversies.

Sometimes I long for sweet release.

I've found a place that welcomes me.

A greener grass and bluer sea.

Free from all the sodden grief.

No clenching fists, no gritted teeth.

I feel the freedom as I breathe.

A nature and its calm relief.