[Instrumental]
A dive up with head down moth-winged Angel's shriek excretion condensed diginity disrespect The Crown of Manhood means nothing here not for the sheep
Here we go, think about the promises That kept you walking wandering in time Don't you know they kept you walking Kept you wanting, kept you walking,
empty sky feel the heavens stare with a cold hard look in it's eyes to hear the sound of something awful on the rise so pray for safe passage through
it may not be here Maybe only there we can find peace, prosperity Towards the blue mountains White like dew and blue like rain Prosperity, the passage
has turned his gaze behind -- behind And the steps taken yesterday Will beckon again And lead to his weary journey's end -- journey's end. And in the passage
I died in a car crash two days ago Was unrecognizable When they pulled me from the gears No one's fault, no one's bottle No one's teenage pride or throttle
Let us put man and woman together And see which one is smarter Some say man, but I say no The women got the man like a puppet show It ain't me, it's
Well, there's two sides, to every situation Yes, there's two sides, two interpretations A laugh is a cry, hello means goodbye You're sayin' something
Don't you ever invite your boyfriend here I'd like to be here alone You just answer the door and feed the deer And fight the telephone Got to learn these
These silent chances pass one by Who never knew of them at all Resigned to the hands of fate We await her impending beck and call Until we return, paradise
Saloman hung down her head Laid bare her heart For the world to see She craved for intimacy Through darkened doors Her aspect veiled with indecision
We scaled the face of reason To find at least one sign That would reveal the true dimensions Of life, lest we forget And maybe, it's easier To withdraw
Fortune presents gifts Not according to the book Fortune presents gifts Not according to the book When you expect whistles, it's flutes When you expect
I thought I'd found a reason to live Just like before when I was a child Only to find dreams made of sand Would just fall apart and slip through my hands
on the hill And a bridge out going down There's a city limits marker Of an unfamiliar town With my head slightly bent I can see it in the light Unknown passage
a higher state, a rite of passage The final stage, a sacred home Unlock the door and lay the cornerstone, a rite of passage Men of wealth and power,