Your refreshing lust, 
Always hidden, in the haze, 
While my crooked cheer, 
Scrambles in your shade, 
I strain to see through, to a trust I know, 
I strain to see through, to a trust I know is below. 
I'm off this path now, I'm off this path leading 
nowhere, 
I'm off this path now, I'm off this path leading 
nowhere. 
Your waking grace, 
Always twines what I crave, 
While my crooked lure, 
Leaves me burnt and slaved. 
To strain to see through, to a trust I know, 
I strain to see through, to a trust I know is below 
I'm off this path now, I'm off this path leading 
nowhere, 
I'm off this path now, I'm off this path leading 
nowhere. 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere, 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere. 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere, 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere. 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere. 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere. 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere, 
I'm home, off this path leading nowhere. 
Cause her lines aren't straight, 
And the colours won't blend 
Yeah her lines aren't straight, 
And these seams won't mend, 
Yeah her lines aren't straight, 
And the colours don't blend, 
Cause the lines aren't straight, 
These lines aren't straight.