So many things are hidden A question that has no rhyme Walking in a circle Too many things we can't define Wandering thoughts Wonder what thet must mean
I watch the city burn These dreams like ashes float away Your voice I never heard Only silence Where were you when our hearts were bleeding Where were
The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the
A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying, "You can burn
The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy breeze Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And
I can hear your car as you leave driving in circles. Reluctant to park until you're ready and stable. So walk with me into the fire. C'mon follow me
White lines on the highway Rolling out into the night Got no bag to slow us down We're traveling light, traveling light tonight Feel the wheels roll
Out where the river broke The blood wood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty five degrees The time has come To say fair
I'm water, swim to me Be my fire, burn with me One day, you'll see After the fall has fallen One day, I'll be The one your heart's still calling I'
Society reflects tonight An ugly mirror showing an animal instinct A twisted way to wrong a right, who knew How many dead before the sun comes arising
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
Let your mind wander look beyond the shadows Focus on the skyline read the silhouettes Your deepest desires are a picture of tomorrow All your darkest
big blue sky As the sun beats down on Casa Dega And the moon pulls the tide and the tide brings night But night is more than just a night in Casa Dega
Out where the river broke The blood wood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty-five degrees The time has come to say fair
Ya know, the Motor City is burning, babe There ain't a thing in the world they can do Ya know, the Motor City is burning people There ain't a thing that
I'm a brand new man, I'm a conscious man I'm a man who's burnin' for you The mistakes I've made have been chased away To the bottom of the ocean blue
When the darkness falls early And the light hits the ground There's a moment to be captured So I sit here with silence In the makes of my eyes Talking