Fusebox Poet The Explanatory Gap
Peering into purple skies watching the stars collide
They whisper softly in my ear as one by one they die
Uncertainty washes over me like a river and I find it hard to believe
The truth is somewhere out there staring back at me
Looking up into the skies (looking up into the skies)
Asking will we ever meet our maker
A question no one can disguise (a question no one can disguise)
Will we ever meet our maker?
You claim the truth will set you free, so don't you point at me
The evidence is stacked so high, but you refuse to read
Uncertainty washes over me like a river and I find it hard to believe
The truth is somewhere out there playing tricks on me
Looking up into the skies (looking up into the skies)
Asking will we ever meet our maker
A question no one can disguise (a question no one can disguise)
Will we ever meet our maker?
Looking up into the skies (looking up into the skies)
Asking will we ever meet our maker
A question no one can disguise (a question no one can disguise)
Will we ever meet our maker?
