I watch a bird, far off field, above the lake

Just poison in the hat went static

Mm

You look like a fake

A clear white brush stroke on the canvas of the skies

I cannot look away so I keep watching, astonished, wide-eyed

I still feed on that dream

I cut off two blades from the reed, and push them deep into my ears

Yeah

Beyond the lake, and out of my reach

The colors blew up, keep me steady

I step into the breach

I wish I could brush all the dirt in my face

Leave my doubts in the dust, find a way to write off these days

These days

I still feed on that dream

I cut off two blades from the reed, and push them deep into my ears

Oh sound guides the way

The murmur fades into the fray

The birds won't sing anymore

And the chasm yawns, where a tower would stand

Yeah

Believe me when I say, I wish you all the best

And all of me is eager now, to find a little rest

Before you tell me, give me that one last dance

I've tried so hard, so many times, but for now, it's out of my hands

My hands

I still feed on that dream

I cut off two blades from the reed, and push them deep into my ears

Oh sound guides the way

The murmur fades into the fray

The birds won't sing anymore

And the chasm yawns, where a tower would stand

My hands

My hands

My hands

My hands

It's out of my hands now

Ah

Yeah