One, two, three
One way or the other
Chasing voices in a field of sound
Friend, foe, or brother
Feel so tied to the middle ground
Words get lost in the story
Sifting through pages, but can't find the mark
Stagnant in my purgatory
Standing on sages, alone in the dark
I live when believing
A fleeting moment in a patch of sun
Mirrors keep deceiving
They don't show me when I look in one
Words get lost in the story
Sifting through pages, but can't find the mark
Stagnant in my purgatory
Standing on sages, alone in the dark
I've been so blind to what's been happening
I live my life always with definite purpose
But now I find that somewhere I lost sight of things
I'm left wandering, where do I go?
Words get lost in the story
Sifting through pages, but can't find the mark
Stagnant in my purgatory
Standing on sages, alone in the dark
