Из альбома: The Fiancée
You can't stop the race People moving in place
Running a crooked path from place to place to place
Paved in gold The chords from which we hang, weaken everyday
They beg for strength, but they are blessed by our blade
Questions on our minds Buildings on the rise
Diamonds instead of our eyes and corporate fights
O' busy busy bees walking to and from, what if we close our eyes? What if we cant wake up?
I hope you all rest in peace I hope you find what your looking for
But if that is all you got, well, there's got to be more
They lay carpet that's made of red and we walk paths made of gold but we are blind just past the noise in this tree covered earth
Yes, that is right
Can we disappear from all we got?
We are scattered on God's grace but we are a drip, we are a flash, we are a mist, we are a speck, But we got time