Zeitgeist

Offical lyrics from booklet:

Flung wide The salutations The deep curse And the shudders closed

A spring house In the making On good earth Of the many'd souls In my soul And fears I don't know I hear there's a march We should go

Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find?

Unbound On the rising The pell mell Of the miser kings As you saw What I'm seeing You thaw From the fires

There's pace In your gait And wake In your straits I ache from the center out

Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find Lost on this road Are there any real Souls

Don't hear what I hear Don't see what I see Don't leave what I must Leave behind

Lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find

This stop I am hunger The deep well Of a stranger held And this heart A lonely hunter now

I'm lost on this road Are there any real Sundays to find

I'm lost on this road Are there any real Souls

Are there any real souls To find