If I could rearrange my words, I’d say what I mean. If I could learn to count the cards, I’d risk everything. Imagine how brave I’d be If i knew I’d be safe. If I could only know the end, I’d be a prodigy of faith.
If I had a treasure map, oh the answers I’d find. I’d dust off the artifacts ’til I made ‘em all shine.
Everything I know is borrowed, broken or blind, And what I’ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.
How I ache to know.
God knows that I know we’re little boats in the great big sea. Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.
Every compass I have followed I’ve trusted and denied. So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right. Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine? I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design.
If ignorance is bliss, then I guess I’m in heaven. But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea.
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
