The smoky mist it hovered over the distant echoes of your voice flow my The wind blows silent like a mystery on a mountain top within my They me
And I don't how I'm supposed to feel None of makes any sense at all to me Lullabies sung by a memory, seems to hold me when I'm down In world of quiet sadness Golden chalices filled with madness come for me hearts lie all around me A flowing pastel red the ground in the place I'm in
I gazed up into the sky Shivering cold from a brave man's As I opened up my eyes a strange light seemed to shine all me
I heard this voice nowhere surrounding all that wasn't there all believing it was the time it said You to:
Crawl, crawl before you walk, before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, before you learn, learn before you try
I feel like a wheel turning, turning on midnight - - faces I like a wheel lights up my eyes, happiness befalls me in some peculiar way I feel like a turning, turning on midnight
You to: Crawl, crawl you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, before you try
Now the mist was clearing I could see the stars lit the sky I waited silent for a voice, a vision I could not find Never heard but I wasn't jaded and that voice of reason never my mind
You to: Crawl, crawl you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
Oh no it's looking at us but you don't have to like this