Questions lighted questions
Burnin' holes into my head
Hanging like shadows o'er the sun
Staring out like the eyes of the dead
And sometimes my soul flickers
When the wind of change blows cold
Over the mire of repetition
Down the corridors of rigmarole
What I say, what I think
What I put down in ink
I'm only trying to find a way to understand
And I mean no harm
I'm just searching for calm
In the storm of mankind
Brilliant lyricism here - love it.
Questions lighted questions Burnin' holes into my head Hanging like shadows o'er the sun Staring out like the eyes of the dead And sometimes my soul flickers When the wind of change blows cold Over the mire of repetition Down the corridors of rigmarole
What I say, what I think What I put down in ink I'm only trying to find a way to understand And I mean no harm I'm just searching for calm In the storm of mankind
Prima.