In my mind I hear the essence of the truth

Terrible lies, wits divide then awaken in the proof

Blessed am I for all the shadows that shake hands

Starry-eyed, misted maker of these lands

Her words are the ripple tearing fabric of the skies

But I am just the poet who sings prose for a prize
 

Oh I feel it coming on

This life and the next I'd have spent with you

Oh now I see my worth in stone

And I no longer need what doesn't deserve the truth

Broken down, war-bound, holding out the front

The hills and the mountains they are watchers of the sun

But I am just a spector, out on the run

Dealing cards to feel corrected

Ready for whats to come
 

Oh I feel it coming on

This life and the next I'd have spent with you

Oh now I see my worth in stone

And I no longer need what doesn't deserve the truth

Oh I feel it coming on

This life and the next I'd have spent with you

Oh now I see my worth in stone

And I no longer need what doesn't deserve the truth