Wax On Radio Time Will Bind Us To The Guilt Of Commitment
With the birth of the truth came the dying of all the lies
Now point your hand to the east
That's where I'm running that's where I'll rise
Compass held straight and flat to discover any origin
Fingers entwined in a laugh to describe what I will sing alone
There's pain in forgetting what you know
When your hands still fold in regret
There's pain in suffering all alone
When your eyes still sing of escape
Right hand points to the south while the east floats in fading light
While they all waltz to the west, your hands turn cold in the feigning life
And it blares and it beams in recognition of our ghost
And you'll choose starrier eyes as they're rising up from behind you
There's pain in forgetting what you know
While your hands still fold in regret
Pain in suffering all alone
While your eyes still sing of escape
Our time will find us again
Pain in forgetting what you know
While your hands still fold in regret
Pain in suffering all alone
While your eyes still sing of escape
