Universal Truths and Cycles

As the icy breeze is shattered

By speaking to us warmly

To the nation of duress

And God, yes, it's a mess

We know this and that, the romantic soul for us

In the lost hierarchy of land and landowners

And down will go back up forevermore

I must try to believe this

And if I may consider

To look out from an opening

Of freshly painted lines

And letter perfect designs

For we know this and that, the romantic soul for us

In the lost hierarchy of land and landowners

And down will go back up forevermore

I must try to believe this