Sleeping At Last Pacific Blues
if i could rearrange my words,
i'd say what i mean.
if i could learn to count the cards,
i'd risk everything.
imagine how brave i'd be
if i knew i'd be safe.
if i could only know the end,
i'd be a prodigy of faith.
if i had a treasure map, oh the answers i'd find.
i'd dust off the artifacts 'til i made 'em all shine.
everything i know is borrowed, broken or blind,
and what i've seen of beautiful feels merely implied.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex
design.
how i ache to know.
God knows that i know we're little boats in the great
big sea.
setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a
breeze.
every compass i have followed i've trusted and denied.
so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right.
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine?
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex
design.
if ignorance is bliss, then i guess i'm in heaven.
but this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of
the sea.
setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a
breeze.
