walking through a wasteland of words and memories

looking for the person i used to be

thoughts i don't recognize make me realize

times have changed and so have i

and a familiar fear comes back to me



pale fire

dry land getting drier

nothing can grow

in the ashes of desire

pale fire

burned on the desire

no one can grow

with nothing to inspire



the bitter harvest of a barren land

i'm painting pictures you don't understand

dust blinds my eyes, makes me realize

i'm choking life with living lies



pale fire

dry land getting drier

nothing can grow

in the ashes of desire

pale fire

burned on the desire

no one can grow

with nothing to inspire



and a familiar fear claims another day

wondering have i said all i have to say