The smoky mist it hovered over the distant echoes of your voice flow my The wind blows like a mystery standing on a mountain top within my They me
And I don't how I'm supposed to feel of this makes any sense at all to me Lullabies sung by a distant memory, seems to hold me when I'm In this world of quiet Golden chalices with madness they come for me Broken hearts lie all me A pastel red upon the ground in the place I'm in
I gazed up into the sky Shivering from a brave man's destiny As I up my eyes a strange light seemed to shine all over me
I heard this voice nowhere surrounding all that wasn't there Confirming all it was the time it said You to:
Crawl, before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
I feel like a wheel turning, turning on midnight - distorted - I feel like a wheel lights up my eyes, happiness me in some peculiar way I like a wheel turning, turning on midnight
You to: Crawl, crawl before you walk, before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt you learn, learn before you try
Now the mist was I could see the stars that lit the sky I waited calls for a voice, a vision I could not find Never heard but I wasn't jaded and that voice of reason never left my
You to: Crawl, crawl before you walk, walk before you run, run you die You have to feel, feel you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
Oh no looking right at us but you don't have to like this