with the birth of the truth
came the dying of all the lies.
now point your hand to the east
that's where I'm running that's where I'll rise.
compass held straight and flat
to discover any origin.
fingers entwined in a laugh
to describe what I will sing alone.
there's pain in forgetting what you know
when you're hands still fold in regret
there's pain in suffering all alone
when you're eyes still sing of escape
right hand points to the south
while the east floats in fading light.
while they all walt to the west
your hands turn cold in the feigning light.
and it blares and it beams
in recognition of our ghosts.
you'll choose starrier eyes
as they're rising up from behind you.
there's pain in forgetting what you know
when you're hands still fold in regret
there's pain in suffering all alone
when you're eyes still sing of escape
our time will find us again (x4)
pain in forgetting what you know
when you're hands still fold in regret
pain in suffering all alone
when you're eyes still sing of escape