The smoky mist it hovered over the distant of your voice flow through my The wind blows silent a mystery standing on a mountain top within my They me
And I don't know how I'm supposed to of this makes any sense at all to me Lullabies sung by a distant memory, seems to me when I'm down In this world of quiet Golden chalices filled with madness come for me Broken lie all around me A pastel red upon the ground in the place I'm in
I gazed up the night sky Shivering cold from a brave man's As I opened up my eyes a strange light to shine all over me
I heard this voice from nowhere surrounding all that wasn't Confirming all believing it was the it said You to:
Crawl, crawl before you walk, before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, before you try
I feel like a wheel turning, turning on - distorted - faces I feel like a wheel up my eyes, happiness befalls me in some peculiar way I feel like a turning, turning on midnight
You to: Crawl, before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
Now the mist was clearing I could see the stars 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, before you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
Oh no it's looking right at us but you don't have to this