Enigma of Reason

I see the enigma of reason

but the glasses, these glasses are dark, so dark

The fire under my feet is

burning bright, it’s burning so bright, tonight

Walking on hot coals,

feeling nothing but cold

cold from my feet

Walking on hot coals,

feeling nothing but cold,

cold from my feet,

but we won’t take a seat

My words crash in

into each other too soon

in my songs according to the moon

I sing the message of the maniac

This is really real, there is a lot to be said

I see the enigma of reason

in old pictures of us, riding with me, as my guide

with pathos and childish pride

like a fisherman in the woods, in our great childhood

Walking on hot coals

feeling nothing but cold

we are lost souls

our young years we have lost

on and on, whatever it costs

our innocence was no defense

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason

My hands on the wheel

really so unreal

Where do we go

Why are we here

I see the enigma of reason

but the glasses, these glasses are dark, so dark

the wolf pack howling and sings

the contrarian anthem

of lost souls growling

Walking on hot coals

feeling nothing but cold,

cold from my feet

I didn’t know what I needed

just what I wanted

our innocent dreams

are painfully dated

Running out of good light

blinded by the moral sight

it feels like the wings unfold (in clouds of gold)

lifelong holding on strong,

even when it all went wrong

lost it all along (lost it all along)

With my hands on the wheel

really for real

my childish naive eyes,

tricked by slippery lies

circles in the round,

as my dreams come crashing down,

WE ARE LOOKING BUT WE ARE NOT SEEING

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason

Enigma of Reason