Chasing after some purer sights,
You lost the good reasons why
To make up your mind was to amputate your rights
It pulled blue ribbons from your skies

Pummeled down by some ruthless writ
You lost the good part of it
You suffered the bureaucracy of your lonely mind
And you lost the fight

The flood of contradictions filled up your eyes
Those waters were holy and purified
You begged for a savior in the crashing of lights
And that time would strip you clean

But could you let die
All the reasons you hold your head high?

And happiness is a final puzzle
Where sane men go to lose their minds

Running swiftly from your lover’s death
You killed the world that took you in
You’d sooner die of thirst than believe that it still hurts,
But her laughter is still swimming in your bed

Swallowed up by your father’s lights
You weathered through the darkest nights
It’s a crumbling fortress, where all memory abides
Till she sets it right

Do you still miss the thoughts you crucified?
Does her golden hair still get in your eyes?
Are you flooding your breast with those innocent lies?
But you entertain the ghosts when you cry

Still you raise high
The wilderness you found in those wet eyes

And a great love is the final battle
Where good men go to die

Those violent misconceptions became your bride
And the youth in her smile was ruined with time
And your skeleton of reason, where did it fly?
You hoped it would strip you clean