Souls Suffer The Landscape
In Shrouds Of Dew, As Ghosts.
Their Eternity Is For Searching
But A Certain Dissnsion Grows.
I've Seen Them Wander,
Voices Raised In Prayer
Consorting In Whisper,
They Curse The Ones Not There.
If You Didn't Want This And I Didn't Need It,
Then How Has This Interest Become An Addiction?
If You Didnt Want It, Then Why Cant You Do Without?
I Know I'm Not Your First One,
But I Pray I'll Be Your Last.
I've Never Seen You Cry Before,
But I Know When I Make You Laugh.
I Know And You Know, You've Heard This All Before...
These Arms Are For Holding On.
This Heart Won't Stray From Home.
I Know, I Know...
God Tell Me, Where's My Halo?