| My god where have you gone?
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| I’ve been looking for you everywhere but find myself alone
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| through woods and fields, churches and halls
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| but no one’s there to hear my prayers or answer when I call
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| my god where have you gone?
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| you left without a warning and with so many things undone
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| a king shall come when morning dawns if history’s repeating
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| and I’m not sure if I’m the one to keep this pulsing heat in my
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| my god what have I done?
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| I didn’t choose to turn into this creature I’ve become
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| and I don’t know this strength I’ve found
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| although I have understood it’ll do no good for kicking dust around
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| so hold me back if you still can
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| before I’m pissing rivers, spatter storms, drawing valleys in the sand
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| now my left is crying for intent while my right begs for a spin
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| is this all just another test, this mess you’ve left me in?
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| I don’t know where the light will fall
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| I only see myself as shadows and as paint upon the walls
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| if I could learn from your mistakes where your architecture grew with every
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| error that you made
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| I’d only wish for a quiet night
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| to close my eyes and dream awake like a candle that’s blown out
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| but I am all set now and want to let go
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| and with endless opportunities I am off to build my world alone |