| You’re missing the signs
|
| Because it’s not what you’re looking for
|
| Faith is no bargain
|
| Cheaply bought off of trickster hands
|
| The way of the shark is a middle way
|
| And the end of the road is a sharp mouth of knives
|
| That thirsts for the clenching
|
| Everything I need, everything I touch
|
| Turns to quicksand
|
| The harder I try, I try so hard
|
| It slips right through my fingers
|
| Belief is a virtue which no conjurer can fable for idle ears
|
| The path of the unfailing is a lion’s den for the simple-hearted
|
| In the end, it’s the gap of the serpent that burrows in the deep
|
| Everything I need, everything I touch
|
| Turns to quicksand
|
| The harder I try, I try so hard
|
| It slips right through my fingers
|
| I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back
|
| Burning your wounds and igniting mine
|
| I am wine to your water
|
| No matter how much you pour the dilution it won’t whitewash my wrong
|
| I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back
|
| Burning your wounds and igniting mine
|
| Clash and collide
|
| The harder I try, I try so hard
|
| Everything I need, everything I touch
|
| Turns to quicksand
|
| The harder I try, I try so hard
|
| It slips right through my fingers |