We scaled 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
