Back for the fourth time around
and still meaning every word
Never more honest always too tired
Drowning in the pages I've planned
Provoke destroy Provoke destroy
I could be the lost cause for
I am dead poetry
In this reflection we are perfect disorder
Bring back balance bring restoration
I saw the waves again I felt the impact
I saw the waves again
I watched the current sway us
Bring back balance bring restoration Go
Lost in the clouds and my heart
is sleeping Within the tide
although my eyes are dying
Back for the fourth time around
and still meaning every word every word
Never more blatant always too thoughtful
If I could change things
I'd change myself
Time to be joyful in no consistency
Faith can be our only regularity
Time to be joyful in no monotony
There are no final goodbyes
this is our certainty
Bring back balance bring restoration
I saw the waves again I felt the impact
I saw the waves again
I watched the current sway us
Bring back balance bring restoration
And just like that my life ceased to be
If I could change things
I'd change myself
Sunk to the bottom of a deaf lifeless world