We scale the face of reason to find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimension of life lest we forget.
And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life with all of it's misery and wretched lies.
Away from harm.
We lay by cool clear waters and gazed into the sun.
And like the moths great imperfection succumbed to her fatal charms.
And maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love, the victim of fools who stand in line.
Away from harm.
In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end,
Will this crooked path ever cease to end.
